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Jamaica

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SFO in the early morning
MtVC
sleep
triple couple brunch date
SFO in the afternoon
work
packing
eating
yellow fever film
SFO late at night
Japanese, Mexican, American, or Chinese?

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Hank Williams on the
turbulent red-eye
flashlights in the early morning
United Club at IAD
hella babies on the
flight to Jamaica
the first Jamaican woman to speak to/about me:
“it’s not fair. he’s not even using it,”
referencing my hair
all customs agents are the same stern
accosted by taxi drivers
one is hella chill so we go w him ($15)
he walks slow as hell
“we grow up w weed”
tried to sell me some but his guy is out
Caribic House
gentleman clerk
third floor balcony view of the sea
buy weed from souvenir shop ($20 for crap)
Pork Pit
buy weed from random vagrant (J$200 for crap)

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breakfast at the Mocha Cafe
Knutsford Express to Negril
buy Blue Cheese from taxi driver ($5 for quality)
Yoga Centre
stroll and smoke along the beach
the German dude
yoga in the evening
shower and drinks
Alfred’s Ocean Palace
couple drinks and cricket at the Sunrise

~ 3 ~
smoothies and breakfast at the YC
chillin on the beach
spring rolls and papaya salad
Natalie naps / Americanah
drinks at One Love bar
curried conch w rice & peas at sweet spot

~ 4 ~
goodbye YC & Negril
KE to Kingston
wild winding ride east
the big city
the Spanish Court,
free rum punch on arrival
walking in the rain to
Devon House
coffee for her, coffee i-scream for me
walking in the lightening rain
Natalie goes chic in the city
divine Indian at Nirvanna

~ 5 ~
free breakfast: eggs, platanos, festival, bacon, fruit, coffee, water
taxi drive with a former yam farmer to
the National Gallery of Jamaica
walk through saturday downtown market
taxi to the grocery
Tashanna the angel
Natalie runs on the treadmill, i walk to KE
sunset swimming in the freezing infinity pool
hot bath w love
shower the hair
dress and small dinner
last home drink
up up up the hill to
dub club
smoky dub music in the clouds
danced
saw fireworks
and popcorn
and dancing
circles, circling back to a
champagne glass next to the drivers seat
flask of herb wine next to mine
slowly, slithering back to New Kingston
in the nighttime of a new day

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free breakfast: kitchen sink omelet, fruit, coffee, water, festival, platanos, and a complimentary mimosa
walking to the banks, several failed withdrawals
packing up
waiting for Robert
red shirt, tan truck, big smile
cash out
ride up
the treehouse
the tour
the pool and trail
dinner at 6?
acki and shellfish, peas and rice, greens not calaloo
reading and drinking
scrabble in bed under the net
never ending music for a wake, then an end

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wake up puffy eyed a little before 9
shirtless on the balcony
big rainbow across the sky
Chef says breakfast is on the way
coffee, scrambled eggs w veggies, fried plantains, breadfruit (looked like dry pineapple slices), slices of mango, a peeled orange, everything fresh, juicy, lovely
more coffee, Bobby and Chef smoking
prep
driving to Holywell
the waterfall hike
smoke at the falls
kiss on the hills
walk to David’s coffee plantation
the Chinese crew, little kids giggling and playing games, the two big dogs loafing and eyeing everyone, the coffee man deeply darkened by the sun yet profoundly lightened by endless cups of coffee
walking back home
Natalie’s forgotten R1: the run
gap cafe too fancy
walk thru the military yard
flask of clear rum, water, cheese puffs, and chocolates at the bubbles stop
walk home
cold shower (Ginger on drums)
wifi, soup, and dinner (more Fela)
seafish, fried carrots and greens, potato, yams, plantains
greasy spliff
drinks and reading

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up a little earlier, round 830
coffee and breakfast on the taller balcony
acki and fish, breadfruit, fried plantains, papaya, orange
reading reading reading
the ride to Craighton
the $25 tour w Jerome
280,000 coffee plants—arabica not robusta—the latter 52% of the world coffee, the former 48%—though like the #1 most traded good (oil), the #2 (coffee) is often adulterated as there’s no standard nor authority—and Blue Mountain arabica is something special, with 70% of its sales going to wealthy Japanese—Jamaicans themselves drink instant coffee—unless they’re like Robert—usually Arabica ripens in 5-7 months, in Blue Mountains it takes 9-11—juicier, sweeter—Twyman and other north side farmers get less sun so their harvest is shorter
three cups of coffee after the lesson
walk to red light
bananas and coconut snack from the roadside rasta
walk from red light
Natalie loses her shades
hitching a ride w the 33 year old who spent 20 years living in Kingston before moving to London, comes back to visit family every xmas, warned us of the dangers of hitch hiking
eits cafe
walking up and a ride w David, bobby’s coz
walking to prince valley
glasses for a drink and phone
meeting, laughing, smoking w omero from Oakland and Tazia from near Kingston
drinks and dinner: beans, greens, and pumpkin rice, perfection
sunset
beer and adieu
reading, reading, hearts, reading

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up a little earlier, around 815
Ovid on the balcony
coffee and breakfast in the usual spot
acki and fish, plantains, coco bread
packing up and paying
peace
dj dale down the mountain
bob Marley museum
best dinner (fried chicken, beef stew, pork stew, or curried goat?) plus rum
two wedding episodes of friends

~ 10 ~
coffee, toast, and fruit on the balcony
Mahogany Beach
food and drink on James (same menu)
crazy dance boat party TV
Turtle Beach
souvenir shopping i
drinks on James
moms restaurant (fish stew)

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coffee, toast, and fruit on the balcony
souvenir shopping ii
passage to passage to India (naan, South Indian chicken, chicken tikka masala)
chilling at KE
KE to Mo Bay
El Greco, cocktail on arrival
cocktails and joint on the balcony (Half Pint)
bellboy escort to room, J$400
atm, the old walk
1/2 lb ribs at pork pit
the walk back
another round

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up around 8
finished Herzog
breakfast: one American, one Jamaican (mine is fried fish, greens, small banana, yucca, dumpling, and Nat’s French toast)
old white retired everywhere
blacks go J, whites go A
down to the street, rum up
packing, Brilliant Corners, checking out
smoke on the cliff side
delayed flight
walk down to the park shade
bk fries
taxi to airport
lines, lines, food court, hearts
exit row flight
chaos at CLT Continue reading

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drunk acid fucking [archive]

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Aerienne
“I’ll take this one.”
All poetry is autobiography.
———————————————————————–
if going is going and going is gone
then where are we glowing
from the effects of the flash
FLUCK FASH
I did not ash
with my crayon laden hand
like a dense cigarette
ONE SPEACIAL (so fuckin’ postmodern)

LISTENING TO PPL TALK
IS POETRY IN AND OF
ITSELF

This is the idea that I have
but um errrrrrrrrrr
Fuck other people
they’re not saying anything

We always talk about
things
Dude Uh ha ha
Silent
I don’t think it’s possible,
the green that is called
green
LIME GREEN
pintree road, gingery
train stops to get off
the name
vie come back
dude
I LOVE

Eat my shit

Write me a poem
I forgot,
there is a camera
behind my ear
yellow:
make it its own pain
give everything its
own page
Another
Demension
Indoor

You did this:
Green and blue and
aquaramine
I am tripping
energy, oh my
god
THEY WONT STOP

last time
I was in a nice place
I really want a keytar
Human beings
Are wired in specific ways
8th grade: I wore
this sweater is
what I wore
A writer is someone
egotistical
My mind is so mystical
USUALLY
(is anyone else
having trouble
speaking)

the sound of
people
moving
the sound of
me moving
–your life is a big
laughing
butterfly
The cap fell
off
I always have troubling
thoughts
because I am a
madman
the big ball of paper

IT’S MY JOURNAL

we are artists
I might move
is part of
the me

My vision
My dreams are my
vision
close your eyes and
everything stops,
except
this.

I need
that
wine
because
I need
to
drink
BRB

This is what your
hair looked like
moving back
and
forth

Fix it?
What is
there to
fix
I can’t watch the
words bein

She is just
transcribing
the universe
and I
am too
in different
mediums

I’m experiencing
MY SENSES
sight sound
taste touch
smell

we are creating
on planet
bed
We are always
creating
It doesn’t
have a
predesignated
dotted
frame

climates are places where
we all feel the same
people know each other
best in places where
the temperature doesn’t
fluctuate
Holy fuck
thats Ronny
fail

my names
are
the atoms
in the
atmosphere
TRIP

If you
take
a trip
you come
back to
the place
where you

LIfe is one
big
round
trip
where is
my

EXPLODE

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Thurs, March 4 — New American Poetry
Kerouac, Carso; Lawrence Ferlenghetti

I journal
I journey
dimensionless
spaces of probabity
yes yes only yes
my pen thinks
affirmity

if only there was a day in which I
could play but if in a daze I
can create little daisies
bed angels

Ronny is God
we are creatures on planet bed
writing his bibles
usually.
different thoughts at
the same location
there’s so many stimulations
I don’t know what
predesignated dotted
frame
I forgot that I have to be
in that window reality
the ultimate celestial divinity

makes tripod triquestrians
trees winding
I forgot everything
about
losing touch with
my mind
hotness
is
my face

hotness is my face
as if it is on fire
but I also wrote
that
IM ON FIRE

IM ON FIRE

IM ON FIRE

IM

ON

FIRE

IM

ON

FIRE

your nose reminds me
of a mountain I once saw
it meant everything that
I wanted it to mean
everything in analog
I wine have not
me have it

I am Albert Einstein

I cant not

YAH

postmodernism
is
anti-
analog
can I hold it
while it burns
CAREFUL ! It burns
while you hold it
my letters cant make
letters

sensations

I LOVE EVERYONE
I WANT TO BE
WITH EVERYONE
BECAUSE
brugs are the universal counterculture

IM
HAPPENING
what is it like to
be like
everyone

oh here
is where
I was
Eureka!
I AM YOU
BAH RAM EWE
Barack opoma
I want to see you writing
but I cant

zagizagizzigzip
Leonardo I have a
Leonardo on Hardo
you ache of me
you reak of me.

BUT BLUE

because purple
you cant tune
in to too many
channels
the visions of
tunnels
caressing
careening
Im dreaming
I’m dreaming
massaging
it swallows
for the doves that have come
rummage hat sha cant
manage my hollows
How can we both write
poems when
the acid mind
purple
WHEN

one way trip
round trip
THE SISTINE CHAPEL
Life is one
big
round
trip
60s
porn

If I could tell you
where I just went
its too far
away
I want to
add
that my
name
is fairly
unimportant
in the
“The mirror sees “The mirror sees
everything that greater everything that
we can’t.” context we can.”
— aerienne of the universe — ronny
and how are you today, sir?” Continue reading

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