Archive for December, 2007
prayer to bring in the new year
the boiler just turned on. there is some kind of incessant tapping sound coming from the walls. it must be snakes rattling in disbelief while coming to terms with the inherit nature of their being.
what is this,
is someone offering a drink of some kind of poison from their tail. listen love, i [...]
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good words
solipsism
: a theory holding that the self can know nothing but its own modifications and that the self is the only existent thing; also : extreme egocentrism
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on december 25th a great deal of people will be celebrating the gift-giving and family rejoicing holiday of christmas. i will not be celebrating christmas. i will be celebrating gorilla milk will keep us warm in the event of an apocalypse day. i have created this holiday for the purpose of [...]
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sewage collective
a bagel with butter followed by three pieces of overly sweet chocolate followed by the potential of miso soup or a cheeseburger with real fries with the skin left on before the event of deep frying. it all mixes like a compost pile, sometimes gurgling like an intoxicated tapeworm. this sparkling hot sack [...]
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welcome to the newest installment of all things expendable…list, list please! yes, now, hand it over, come on, come on now quickly please, time is precious. (clears throat violently expelling a hint of humid bacteria infected breath) yes now:
towels, doorknobs, the coat-check, alternatives to the word ‘lollipop’, wedding rings, weddings, rubber bouncy balls, child [...]
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on the train this morning i was reading. what i read directly stated that the whole entirety of the world only exists in ones imagination. yes. this is it. this is the new inspiration for my newest breed of art practice.
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something about drilling icepicks into my prefrontal cortex is horrifying yet romantic because someone is attempting to heal me regardless of its barbarism and inherit brutality.
*thinking of you, modern medicine, with mind-numbing psychosurgery love.
the history of lobotomy
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good words
antidisestablishmentarianism
originally, opposition to the disestablishment of the Church of England, now opposition to the belief that there should no longer be an official church in a country
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a beautiful man, rusted and lean, lifted his hands delicately to embrace space. he warmed the air that eventually traveled to warm her skin. she didn’t feel it because it was indirect and she is of a mind that is not expansive but static and only encourages familiarity, i know this because she [...]
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i remember being absolutely unconvinced that other people had functioning minds, actual consciousnesses. i remember desperately trying to understand that other people were alive in their heads the same way i was. i couldn’t understand it so i denied it completely. years later i approached it again and no longer wanted to [...]
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czechoslovakian imports
czechoslovakian imports. not obessessed with tangible goods, but rather the idea. because there never will be another czechoslovakian import unless…….yes, unless the czech republic and slovakia get sewn back together with some geographical stitches that wont dissolve. even though we may never see the day the words will always find curious moments [...]
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do we like consuming. this process of updating of systems. we can put really scratchy things in our mouths and turn them into softness, like baby poop but not baby poop because it shall turn into our own poop and we are the new breed of large adult. but, not me, at [...]
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what kind of magic is this?
ok, now. i’m ready, inject me…….but not there. i don’t think my nose is an appropriate place for—-ok ok!! good doctor, i shall do it myself!
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i thought you were like me. i didn’t know you already had a full complete life. i thought you were empty and searching for recognition. i didn’t know you were surrounded by an abundance of short-lived companions and their companionships. you were a mess, similar to something discarded because of its [...]
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i just found out it is possible to be a student of existentialism. yes! do i work with a teacher, a tangible person, or do i read books in the privacy of my own study. this is so overwhelming: the abundance of knowledge—acquiring it all would be like attempting to take in all [...]
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in prison
child’s play is high pitched tones, abstract movements of the body. if there is no cable car they can create one. where there are no birds, no doorknobs, or stones, there will be soon. a human breath taken in the ocean. full limbs paddling through lava, with no injuries, no weeping. [...]
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good words
caesura
1 in modern prosody : a usually rhetorical break in the flow of sound in the middle of a line of verse 2Greek & Latin prosody : a break in the flow of sound in a verse caused by the ending of a word within a foot 3: break, interruption 4: a pause marking [...]
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he sends his intimacy in dreams
my dream last night intimately harbored me between two men. one humbly known to me, the other a conceptual guitarist with curious hair arrangements. i loved the one humbly known to me. his skin suctioned my skin like a young octopus playing. i used to become tearfully angry when made aware [...]
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