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selections from Of Walking in Ice by Werner Herzog

Our Eisner mustn’t die, she will not die, I won’t permit it. She is not dying now because she isn’t dying. Not now, no, she is not allowed to. My steps are firm. And now the earth trembles. When I move, a buffalo moves. When I rest, a mountain reposes. She wouldn’t dare! She mustn’t. She won’t. When I’m in Paris she will be alive. She must not die. Later, perhaps, when we allow it. Continue reading

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walking birds in stereo

two channels of life’s transmission traveling
3000 miles across America in stereophonic sound—

two of hearts, one infinitesimal diamond
walking along the country’s deep black grooves

dreaming, “rhythm is rhythm—rhythm is life—
music is zen—systems, strife.” day

and night, sometimes skipping, sometimes
losing the beat but losing it together

and then finding it together on the b-side
of the same thought, not a measure too soon. Continue reading

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sex = Low Frequency Oscillations, ham, and eggs (fried in ham juices)

sometimes when i’m about to say or write or type something out, i think twice for a second and realize that the words would better be conveyed as truckloads of foamy cum spilling out of an engorged, raging penis, inspiring … Continue reading

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You Can’t Hurry Love

i don’t normally do this, but this is an emergency blog post. it’s past 11am, breakfast time on a tuesday, and i just ate probably two of the most delicious cheesy egg breads ever. like, ever. the pan was still … Continue reading

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