Monthly Archives: August 2011

pasta rage

in which the Hero spills uncooked pasta all over the goddamn kitchen, picks up each piece one by one, and eats it all anyway. Continue reading

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a poem written by my younger brother

When your music hits me, It makes my body shiver With each lyrical piece that You spit, as it sends a Chill down my spine. Your beats are as raw as They come when labeling the Greatest rappers of all … Continue reading

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lines conceived while attempting meditation

a tree does not bend its branches down and scratch to satisfy an itch, but i am not a tree. a rock does not eat, drink, sleep, and love while wondering what all this is, but i am not a … Continue reading

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last.fm patterns

black people && white people. Continue reading

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A Laser Beam Towards the Milky Way’s Centre

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…and walked into the sky.

i read a book this weekend. it’s all about a little girl named Lyra and her dæmon Pan and this magical elementary particle called Dust and a truth-teller called an “alethiometer” and battles between witches and gyptians and armored bears. … Continue reading

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the sexless orgy one

her hands clutched the thin black cubical bars, and she screamed his name. but all the drinking had long since finished for the night, and he had already descended into dreams. her stomach wrenching, not for the good golden rum, … Continue reading

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“false name”

—come to San Francisco, i’ll show you some poetry i’ve been working on. well i mean… i don’t really have to “work” on it… it sort of just… happens… i can’t help it. —hahaha. i cant some to san francisco, … Continue reading

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outside lands

the other day, Chris and i stumbled upon a parking lot flea market on the way to Rachel & Tig’s beautiful sunday morning brunch in Berkeley. besides the records and clothes and other junk that ain’t junk, there were books. … Continue reading

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poems by Tupac Shakur

in which the Greatest Rapper of all Time bares his young, unsharpened teeth. Continue reading

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