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I can hire one half of the working class to kill the other half.~Jay Gould
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Sat Jul 12, 2008 at 03:16:16 AM MST
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lasting vortex abandon
finnegan smashes king ape
with chest spiel and econ.
What was the waltz caper
danger, in revolver, phone
not where reaches smokes filler
caustic regional distension
ascends, plausible, posit.
Closet teaches nein, alone -
Bird scarce. Morgantown cool it,
porchy discourse rot and wrote,
while her touching You are slick
touching after the touch engross
the skin skeined before the blown
identified. Once I caught a mote,
called it tomahawk. and crooned
with splay. distend the dawn
arcane digit riddle roomed.
hey magician, ticket moan
trick, the one with the hands
depend on occupation
where the nothing might, crayons.
You cut out. What happen. tests
cut you up, You into you.
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Mon Jun 30, 2008 at 20:41:02 PM MST
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wonders who is rxconor.
new reproductive technology tests in developing nations, you know, where the good, sustainable, organic coffee comes from...
bills spying on each other. ocularcentrism is fungible, apparently.
wonders where is rxconor.
you are not one, but many. disagreements arise at the coffee pot, "nobody's home." This is not an Aerosmith reference.
As for the political trickery, that is a Richard Nixon reference. His decayed corpse infected the groundwater supply. No great man thought. He was bigger than 'is skin or anything he bought. And known for a certain, antisemitic rage, also not peculiar to him.
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Sat Jun 28, 2008 at 22:48:16 PM MST
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set list for "How Far From Austin" (local bar band) features
jesse's girl
like a prayer
and she was
other songs I wanted to forget and did. cool late june greenhouse night air with Jacqueline and Sheen. Ebullient, both. What's the 'right' thing to do with a cigarette butt? Someone runs out of place during Like a Prayer (as sung by a trans Cat Stevens?) yelling 'this is my song! they're playing my song!' Everyone is wearing summer clothing but it's not really summer.
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Sat Jun 28, 2008 at 19:30:09 PM MST
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Hagerstown
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imploded patriots or
conscripts did lie
dashed, body heave
were southern
strewn cornfence
"wretches" and blooming
blood sky. "like a scythe
running through our line"
which now "is fine"
or picture or sad.
splattered the rich land
inevitably someone ate
corn grown in
blooded land.
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Sat Jun 28, 2008 at 00:19:10 AM MST
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appropriate conundrum. discern
wet wings. nothing to do w/Hopkins.
crummy littered and you thot I'd say city.
beneath the brayne that blows
the torpor under operatics.
Aquatic. Say no more. It's all
loose epitaph talk in the shelter.
The winges were something soft
to put a toothing baby under.
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Thu Jun 26, 2008 at 01:12:58 AM MST
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this is the news store. And, over here is the guy who sleep eats. both have keys and various 'security practices'. one is the ideological manifest, the other dreaming. And then hording. This excess of yours I told it to you for decades and decades. And pressed it to myself. Originally everything made sense. But the stand attacked itself. Customers took notice of the delocalized familiarization of ennui. And bought the place. I think it's called Adbusters or something. I just don't know. I'm only sleeping. I'm only eating.
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Wed Jun 25, 2008 at 01:19:04 AM MST
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ruddle is break
can fist w/precision
but first the necessary
but first
that great orthodox
spire.
pleasure and piano
come full on
assault
where 400 died
of heat could not
glitter in summer
mud greenhouse
cadavaresque.
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Mon Jun 23, 2008 at 21:52:44 PM MST
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seroquel. ardent neural raid.
irascible tenant,
"you are incorrigible, simply incorrigible."
reflections of a dying paper route.
or was it boy. that was my intention
when he was bested at the helm,
when he was blankets by daylight
and mouthing sections of biblic'
portion, oozing at mandible.
Take a certain someone, add gun
and some radiation. "treat street."
the Hatchers had one under couch
for special haunts. He grips dripping
without days without number, just
characteristics denoted
without sail, without border, dead
time circling, circling (ah) del'very!
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Sun Jun 22, 2008 at 11:43:23 AM MST
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it's important. listen to all songs from specified year. lists. real ones. David Byrne and fascism. it wasn't a "true story."
It's not a joke.
Make it up and it's real.
words are actions.
How the Sphinx was thought up. involves cutting a head off here and grafting it over here, on this other animal. Imagination and violence.
Ha. Ha.
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Sat Jun 21, 2008 at 21:59:09 PM MST
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you were wonder ing
definitive. sure for blunder cuts
clips the this is everyday life
and also legitimacy in that. Other times
the imagined one also haha certified
systematically (you wonder of this or that word)
ardent as cup to accolade.
it's not that hard to figure out.
having no figure means no disfigure.
like this. right here. except we are not.
*
hello slice!
this could be an ode to pizza
problem of fascism in language
of language, but not none of the above.
depends on what comes next.
in this limited sense
it's grammatical. direct objects.
soldiers select pizza and bodies
alternately or concomitant.
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Fri Jun 20, 2008 at 22:53:41 PM MST
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The Lovejoy Columns once haunted Portland's Northwest "industrial" area (aka one of the more desperately impoverished areas within the city) with the stunning public art of 1940s/50s railroad worker, Tom Stefopolous. His painting of Diogenes (originally drawn in chalk during work breaks, then painted in later) looking for an honest man, loomed over the neighborhood. While the city has a stunning array of gardens and parks, no public space encompassed so many multiplicities, sadnesses and possibilities as this one.
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Fri Jan 11, 2008 at 02:54:18 AM MST
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he's a liar. an act beyond execution and back into himself, which is nothin. "narcissistic tendencies" was diagnosis.
SSRIs not advised for people with this condition.
Who made this diagnosis? All the geographies and the land, tilted, so when he's privileged a countenance, there's a mawing melt just to the left because it's a right brain condition. Amygdala. Limbic.
There are seven pages of exclusions on this right to privacy disclosure. Privacy's overrated, but wrongly overrated. Does this make sense or is it a Windmill tilt thing again
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Tue Jan 08, 2008 at 14:47:48 PM MST
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do won't do was not when did but wait hold on it's just that, i mean, did we...it's ssssstarting i, no iowa (what?) (more corn). burn stuff.
it's a gas
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Mon Dec 03, 2007 at 22:23:32 PM MST
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wow. you mean if i
type the little keys
i press begin to
upload this thing here like
that is totally
awesome i had no
idea so wow
like hold on is that
me or is that you? i
thought so! i got this
ringtone at howling
hex dot com it's da
bomb o that word is
so 90s but i love old
school words together
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Mon Dec 03, 2007 at 13:15:24 PM MST
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zero comment.
absolve is not an ingredient.
the smoking and the studio.
regulation kicks in 2008.
just the corner.
dominick's and the pushed out bakery.
smells from the porch,
you should have written more
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Sat Nov 03, 2007 at 18:45:56 PM MST
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one year ago today, Malachi Ritscher set himself on fire near the Kennedy Expressway, protesting the war - in the spirit of Buddhist monk Thich Quang Duc. I could put pictures here. You have seen a body on fire before. Ritscher left this statement behind - not that I agree with all of it, but as we hit year five of the war, what is to be done? ::::
My actions should be self-explanatory, and since in our self-obsessed culture words seldom match the deed, writing a mission statement would seem questionable. So judge me by my actions. Maybe some will be scared enough to wake from their walking dream state - am I therefore a martyr or terrorist? I would prefer to be thought of as a 'spiritual warrior'. Our so-called leaders are the real terrorists in the world today, responsible for more deaths than Osama bin Laden.
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Wed Oct 31, 2007 at 11:15:00 AM MST
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Climate and Dress in San Diego
According to the San Diego Convention and Visitors Bureau, average temperatures in June range from a high of 71 F. to a low of 61 F.; average humidity is 74%; average rainfall is 0.06 inches; average sunshine is 58%. (June is the least sunny month of the year in San Diego.)
Evenings are almost always cool, even in summer, so you should bring a jacket or sweater. Days are warm, so you might want to have a hat and sun screen. Few restaurants require coats and ties for men, and most welcome casual attire.
Dress for the Institute is very casual except for the two banquets. Be sure to bring comfortable shoes for walking around on cinders.
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Tue Oct 30, 2007 at 23:00:00 PM MST
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Dear ____, of you and many others, but yeah often you and me hangin' we were in high school ! uhm, your dad was the health teacher and there were all kinds of things named after you or you had helped create like ____'s morbidity forks which were like toys that were the fork equivalent of transformers. When you picked them up they LOOKED like forks then into pitchforks they turned then into shovels upon presssure. I dreamed Boom-Boom was there too...whenever i would run into him at school we would do the wassup handshake you know with like three or four different things and a chest bump and stuff like that ha. And you had made sure that there were all kinds of health days well beyond mental health days that we would have. There was a vd day, with all things vd-related all day long at school. There were syphilis notepads and gonorrhea pens. Yeah i know very strange. But these were things you found some humor in, so they were. That's how it was. It was not just like high school I realize there was also childrens in it. They were very sweet and all but instead of having stuffed animals i'm sorry but they were dead animals, just...basically, poultry corpsies instead of a stuffed chicken or whatever (with fingers crosst to make a lil' W sign). The trainsets were real too and we rode on them. They were out of hand. I will recall more (my memory is shot, but there IS trainset recall out there; lead by paint) but at one point, I found all of it so unbearable (omg I was forced to do interesting things!) that as I was driving I had to, just had to close my eyes. Considering i was driving 70 or so, I knew this would not end up well. I opened my eyes just a little peeling of lens and in the periphery tearing there was people and cars just at the edge of me, no car anymore and i was zipping by and i went into the brambles that were on the side of the road and crashed. I woke up but oh, I really didn't WAKE up but woke back into where I told ______'s bo about what a great crosscountry driver, etc.
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Sun Oct 28, 2007 at 23:00:00 PM MST
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In Baudelaire's "The Voyage" and Mallarme's "Sea Breeze," we find the "signposts" of modernity through a growing skepticism regarding the "objective" nature of truth. Although Baudelaire and Mallarme express the longing for adventure that is as old as Western civilization, their expectations and discoveries are markedly different. We are not only dealing with variations on a theme, but two unique realities, both of which challenge the reader with a complexity of subject-matter and presentation. In order to gain a greater understanding of these texts, a comparative analysis will be utilized. We will compare and contrast the subject-matter of the poems by focusing on why the voyage is taken and what the voyage brings to us. Both Baudelaire and Mallarme explicitly display a longing for the beyond, a virtual plunge into the abyss, which accepts life and death. But, they are going to sea for different reasons. For Mallarme, natural, bodily and intellectual growth is insufficient. It is both tedious and sad. Baudelaire's departure is "bursting with resentment and bitter longing." We will also find that the saving grace for the travellers in Baudelaire (i.e. correspondence with the infinite), is thrown into doubt in Mallarme's poem. In Baudelaire, the voyage brings the reader a plethora of sensory experiences and material goods, but none of them deliver the voyager from the human dilemma. Baudelaire's voyage is, in part, a sharp criticism of humanity. In contrast, Mallarme is less concerned with the human dilemma, and more concerned with his own. We will address the stylistic differences in the texts, both of which serve as vehicles that bring the reader to the abyss. In the closing section we will briefly summarize what Baudelaire and Mallarme were trying to do with "The Voyage" and "Sea-Breeze."
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Sun Oct 28, 2007 at 12:47:44 PM MST
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Viscous
busted lithium bath
crashing implicit
hand shake at the door
or chalkboard and
weak remainder
vacillating between
imposing ceremony on stars
and busted tooth
epileptiform stairfall
from looking.
outside the peripheral
lurches inverts
in mute colony and
from inside of thee
I cannot.
dirt verse rising not
at night where you
look it straight but
a neighborly silence
which functions as
spirit or gas chamber
alternately.
††††
split land missile
version of self
spitting tobacco male
entrust and keeper
which needs no new language
sets itself down on the shores
of ? and cries
but question of matter
and reversal incumbent
crept stabbed cooked
burnt eggs in frustrate. this pure
product goes crazy
spinning wild bluegrass,
in cracked magenta sunsets.
?
vituperate shorn of wisdom,
unabashed ventures into
the hash room cursing whitman's
crucible and desperate siestas
from magnetic fright.
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WILSON SEMICONDUCTORS
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