Monthly Archives: April 2011

Lace and a touch of grace

a lot of things are secrets because most people don’t care to know about them. like how to make clear ice. every time i listen to Teen Dream, i think of Tori. every time i listen to Teddy Bear, i … Continue reading

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possible reasons i got an ocular migraine today

94.9.
oprah coverage of the royal wedding.
a nap on the couch. (sleep deprivation?)
mcchicken, mcdouble, and a few french fries.
a visit to the (new) eye doctor.
two pieces of wheat bread, toasted, topped with sliced swiss and over-hard eggs.

mushroom pizza from Cybelle’s.
Thee Oh Sees (mellow show).
Johnnie, wine (red & white), and Jameson.
El Faro chicken burrito. Continue reading

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there is no God but there is James Joyce

i’m not gonna name names, but that’s two–count ’em–two male friends around my age that insist on telling me how many girls want them so badly. girls always flirting on them. girls always hitting on them. girls winking and smiling … Continue reading

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Salty

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Milky Way Over Switzerland

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questioning connections

definitions of “poetry” and “facebook,” received from 7 of the 7 people asked for either/or and lightly edited to confuse the fuck out of you: “Everything” “grouping of allegedly self descriptive profiles for stalking and communicating with others who vaguely … Continue reading

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San Francisco Blues

i was about to read a book written by Jack Kerouac, but then i read the introduction, penned by the author himself: In my system, the form of blues choruses is limited by the small page of the breastpocket notebook … Continue reading

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notes from the second and third book of The Sun Also Rises

BOOK II [Bill Gorton] was very cheerful and said the States were wonderful. New York was wonderful. […] He wrote that Vienna was wonderful. Then a card from Budapest: “Jake, Budapest is wonderful.” […] “Well,” I said, “I hear you … Continue reading

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i love tomorrow

i sit alone in a poetess’ bed, once imagined much bigger, typing away legions and lesions of words. i sit alone in a fast food parking lot, scarfing down cheap food and cheap coffee. i sit alone in a speeding … Continue reading

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we’re all stars now

i’m high on the Dopethrone. thanks Meryl. let’s just say i prefer the doom metal stage to the mom pop phase. but i’m grateful for all of it. ok one more portrait for the family photo album: i work here. … Continue reading

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