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(5) Rad. (1 Apr 2008).

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"Rad"

air dense with body heat

punk kids swaying bodies

tapping oxfords, hightops

to the evergoing beat.

moving,

grooving,

reciprocate the energy.

push, keep others steady

in the friendly mosh pit, feel

the bass, your heart thump

volume so resonant, it's tangible

-Danceworthy.

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(4) Supper= Bagel, tuna, cheese, apple, carrot, grape juice.

I must taste this air. I am opening my window. The one without the screen. Hopefully nothing crazy will fly in like last time. A big curious bumblebee who realized my room contains no living pollen population and buzzed back out. I bet one can hear Beirut on the sidewalk, fading into the atmosphere.




Can that 'you' be me? Please?

Tuesday, June 3, 2008 at 3:24pm

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stormy weather
my favorite.
tornado possibilities
passing over,
windy streaks
forming molecules,
pretensious trees
owning poses
screaming wildly.

07 may 2007

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(2) ike-ish

once every hour you could hear the trees snapping like firewood cracking in the stove. like sticks bending til two pieces remain. like abrupt banging popping firecrackers
What's that sound!?
The breeze picks up, My blinds breathe in and out of my windows, inhale, exhale. The rodent creature in the cage hurriedly hides in her only courner, dark, underneath her 2nd level. It isn't storming anymore, just windy. Still the air bellows, squeezing through seals of doors, swoosh, squish, bloooooow. Kelly green debris, leaves branches twigs flow down the sidewalk as a jagged stream spinning whirling every which way until the tropical weather effects finally decide to settle.









//14 September, 2008 Sunday AM

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going to paste recently discovered old notes for the next few posts.

(1)

t l g t t q t

my ex lover returned last
night post
valentine-tine
post
post script oh
ami spécial secret superbe
usual
routine nothing
i-n-b-e-t-w-e-e-n
new roads same
direction

16 febr 2009

so,

i get really stoked about life sometimes

and these times i can't sleep sometimes

these times leave me dreaming

without dreaming, really,

still awake you know,

not asleep, but

i'm still drea

-ming. d-r-

e-a-m-i-

n-g.

so it's september apparently

but i haven't changed my

calendar, i might now

since it's the 6th.

six days on aug-

ust when it's

really sept-

ember you

wouldn't

know

unl

ess

you

were

me i don't

quite keep track

of days like most people

i just kind of drift through

drift through like a zephyr doing its thing

drift though like a stranger on the street

when autumn's air decides to breathe in

after the indian summer's all choked out

i root

i trunk

i tree

i branch

i leaf

i sprout

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3:55 am

**

you left your scent, an essence emerging from the candle flickering in my mind.

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	keep moving keep pioneering dont you dare sit at bay let the wind be to yr back and hit those waves sail onward kids

3oclock

summer days
strange heat waves
humid sheet of
air thick with fickleness
kids in their twenties

perplexed & plenty

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i took a dip on the darkside

and it was alright

ever since i quit feeling things i quit

caring

not so straightedge not so on that little one way idealist path

jumped right off

in to oblivion into sin again

i've become quite the thief lately in addition to

going down

little things are so easy to slip in pockets with long sleeves on

the worst thing is i dont feel bad about it i feel like i should feel bad about it

but i dont

thats the worst thing about it all

i dont give a damn