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[Jan. 12th, 2006|01:00 am] |
ginger tea
with raw sugar |
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| This Weekend... |
[Nov. 29th, 2005|04:13 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  grifter | ] |
...the wagon done fell off of *me*. |
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| Hermetic Crosses Modified |
[Nov. 25th, 2005|09:02 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | pinback : offline P.K. | ] |
gauze with tiny traces
blood that marked the spots
still streaked upon the wall
a sweater and
a cryptic african scrip
a testiment
and reluctant to clean
away
the debris
of the mad gorgeous
of weeks
on bender
with just the
right
kats
our holiday
is when we make it
it began tues since last
and ended places
no one wants to speak |
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| Develop Mintz |
[Nov. 12th, 2005|02:06 am] |
tons to share of the last month or so...
but no motivation to really expose it all.
best things tonight...
best night ever at work (money wise)
and i just discovered live streaming
of all of
adult swim's
friday night lineup online untill 6am.
Sweet Buddah... thank you.
These aren't my favs of the swim's lineup...
but i've missed too much lately
working too hard...
my only achilles tendon of pop
at least it's true apoca-pop
My new kitten is curled on my
printer watching me type at
breakneck speeds.
She just demonstrated her first
"5 times my hieght" jump
onto my lap... her name is
Beta
She found us a few days
before our
cursed pyrates set sail
Whiskey and Lonersville
my 2 fav friends. |
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| Death Clutch On Glitter Gultch |
[Oct. 21st, 2005|04:03 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | tear it down | ] |
It's a cheap trick, but it worked. The valley is filled with constructs
of greed's seed and cactai rise from the graves of would be cowboy
heroes in their illuminated glass tube prickles. Reno. We're not far
from Reno. What is this lost hungry ghost of a mountain town that
the melting pot forgot? These disenfranchised miner's children checking
out each other in the dead franchise of sanitary food at Subwise.
Just a skip away from the carcass of Burger Lord where my cohort,
would be starlet, chomps her third meal of the day. I'm on my second and
probably last, and this is the only way on the waywards that
offer anything less than revolting and somewhat substantiating
without that rancid flesh of factories.
Sure, she looks like that nicely chunk slink of Brittany Shears, but
tomorrow she'll be a Riekki Lake in a laundromat with nothing to her
name but chitlins clinging to her babbier than baby fat.
The more I get to know her, the more I wonder why our Illuminated
General thought she'd be something i'd click on to. Perhaps he
wanted a first lady that i'd repel off of. Maybe he's right, maybe the
dynamic is that I should shake off the Shopping Babe and seduce
the tat kat what is said to have chameleon. I can relate to chameleon.
Babe the Second has yet to rear her reptilianess.
I'm confused. The script is supposed to write itself but
thus far it feels more Priscilla Queen of Fearful Loathing than
it does the re-imagined Man Who Fell To Earth I'm gunnin' for.
I'm on my way to burning man. A giant neon cowboy,
a rerun landmark of America's finest achievements in
swindling, is waving to me perched on a mountain.
I wave a mockery hand back. I see him burning into
the cliffside like the Man of yore.
I wonder what caves are left in said chunk of rock.
I think i'd rather be there. |
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| Hope Comes on Oiled Wheels |
[Oct. 19th, 2005|07:35 pm] |
GEMINI (May 21-June 20): Brazil's Ryoki Inoue may not be the best
novelist in the world, but he's definitely the most prolific. He
averages about 100 new works of pulp fiction every year. On one
particularly creative day, it took him eight hours to churn out an
entire 195-page story about crooked cops and drug dealers. He's your
role model for the coming week, Gemini. Whatever your field of endeavor
is, try to supercharge your productivity. The astrological omens
suggest that not only can you do so, but also that it will be good for
you to do so. Your other role model is Marcel Proust, who was one of
history's *best* novelists. Be as fast as Inoue and as brilliant as
Proust.
Not my first talent, but maybe this means my second talent
will be appreciated one day....
...one day.
For now... just
scrawl, scrawl, scrawl, scrawl. |
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| Enough Z Nuff |
[Oct. 19th, 2005|05:50 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | eyes wide shut | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  prolific profficiencies | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | life during wartime : talking heads | ] |
Okay.
Thats it Nathan.
You've had a good long
Drinkfestio
Betwixt finishing a major project
and deciding that you're
hungray again
and ready to stop
fucken 'round
and
batten down the hatches
and
brew up
a new
miasma ov
MAELSTROM.
I've begun to appreciate being
the underdog
again...but,
Lets push things forward. |
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| Breathe If You're Horny. |
[Oct. 17th, 2005|12:13 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | antisnail | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  hAUTE cOUTURE | ] |
Jesus Was Black.
Ronald Reagan was the Devil.
And I Eat Pop Culture...
...hand me my Pistol. |
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| A New First... |
[Oct. 16th, 2005|03:58 pm] |
...cause i feel like it.
Three posts in one day
and this one just to say
I have officially
Reversed
My Term Limits
In the name of
National Security. |
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| Wouldn't U 2 Like 2 Wake Up? |
[Oct. 16th, 2005|04:25 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | stick a fork in me. | ] |
Feeling refreshed, and beyond the day?
Space Scallions!!!!
Are beyond the way!
Yes.
That is right.
Space Scallions!!!
Will set you skraight.
Have you ever felt down and about
after a long night of debauch?
Well fuck all!?
Space Scallions are the answer!
Space Scallione are beyond the way. |
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| Back In Scoundrel. |
[Oct. 10th, 2005|10:56 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  Fuck All | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | ICP : Southwest Voo Dou | ] |
Fuck it.
For some reason every time i try
to push the whole world away
i find out i've got friends
Why do people keep talking to me
after breaking their lamps
and a glass or two
and starting franchises
punch a sound friend in the head
in their front lawn?
And then sound friend calls me
again?
I thought i was cursed.
I must be blessed.
A darling little friend of mine
(who is far too married for her
own good) says it's cause i'm a
stiltwalker that my actions
are dismissed.
I found, for lack of a better phrase
"A somewhat girlfriend of a somewhat wife"
this weekend. She's mega smokin and hot to trot.
I think I immeadiately scared her away
with my madness, but thats how the cookie
crumbles.
I feel like a Bastard Snake
of a Baptist Lion.
They call me the Jerusalem Sphinx.
And this isn't even scratching the surface
of my last 4 days.
Successes and Spills Galore.
Dear Lord, I hate you,
Send me an angel.
Right nah. |
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| S.Q.A.R. |
[Oct. 10th, 2005|01:10 am] |
Nathan needs help.... Change Page Color:.
Nathan needs full assistance for all of his personal. care needs:
Nathan. First, pray for him. Running for office
is a difficult venture
Nathan needs the wisdom and energy that comes ...
Nathan needs a new look to impress glamourous TV chick Dajve 'dave' Bikinus.
Something is killed. |
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| I Kept a Few.... |
[Oct. 3rd, 2005|06:22 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  randy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Me and Mrs Jones | ] |
Ov my favourite Goldfish.
My two chitlin's are now named...
Catalytic (he's all gold all the time)
n'
Converter (she's white and well, gold...striped)
They're lovers.
I'm giving them alone time
right now
And playing some Barry White for them
And my general 'lets get it on' mix. |
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| I damn got called... |
[Oct. 1st, 2005|01:12 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | crunked. | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Kanye West | ] |
To the principal's office.
I blushed like ever before.
But this time, the 4 day old principal.
Showed me respect 4 all my evil eye talisman and sandaled,
glory.
We were askin' the shots.
They were providin'.
One of the oldest schools in Florida.
School No. 12 in Riverside.
Mr. Caraway. If I was a student 10 years ago,
you'd be chastizin' me for starting a
food fight.
And now, this weekend,
I'm a fish wrangler' again.
But it's the final weekend of
6:30am calls.
And Christian Carnivales.
I think I'll pick up keeping
fishy friends again. |
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| 22:22 |
[Sep. 27th, 2005|10:22 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | nada | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | bob dylan : masters of war | ] |
Fuck Nihilism. Fuck Democracy.
Screw your communism. Shag your aetheism.
Frag your capitalism.... and your capitolist.
Suck on your socialism, your libritarian, your
green party, your fascist, your huddled masses,
your sacred masses, your catholicism, your
cathartic natures, your apathy disgusts me.
My apathy disgusts me.
i rejected this shit before i was i
age 12 to 112.
Fuck elvis, and dylan, and beatles, and
hendrix, and joplin, and zepplin.
Throw your idols off of the oracle's rock.
Eat dada, and dali, and the whole lot.
Consume kahlo's spine, and magritte's apple,
and the head ov all deconstructionism.
Shite it out cause TV has made it obsolete.
Reclaim, hell claim it for once, TELEVISION.
It should be working for us,
the one tool of the atomic age
we could be shaping
into sculptures of light and knowledge.
But the first digital mass lets it
shape them.
It's blitz has blinded the true.
Learn from history but never turn it
into some goddamn dogma.
It is all a question of...
period.
Believe in nothing?
Even the dead have notions.
The dead influence us more
than the you will ever know.
I don't believe you anymore.
I don't believe me anymore.
We're all fricken pathetic liars
in the time in which truth is
most needed.
I want a mandala, but not a mantra.
I want something new...
let the 'Future' decide if WE
deserves
to be named.
And know now
that name
will be a pale
shadow
of what we made
ov
our
lives.
let me speak,
let me rest,
wake me from my
slumber
and show me how
to show each other
to run through the
rain
again
even more pure
than before. |
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