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LoFi Shit t-shirts are available now for only $10!  You can pay now through paypal ("Donate" button at right of this page) and I will mail it to you within 1-2 weeks. Just write me a note with your mailing address and choice of color and size. (M & L available in all colors, XL in black only) write me here Shirts will also be available at live shows anytime LoFi Shit artists are playing in your

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New recordings for an upcoming EP from Coyote Teeth are in the making. Here is the master take of "Again"

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Tracking has begun on a forthcoming EP from Penny Hill - coming soon to Shinola Records. from her bio for the cassette available at Slanty Shanty Records Tape Club: "...Either solo or with a backing band, Penny's songs have the power to speak to the hearts of her audience and draw them into her world of passion and mysticism."

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-Limited Edition copies now available- hand packaged in cardboard sleeve with rimage printed high quality CDravailable at live performances

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actual physical copies of the album are currently in production click the cover image to go to Rack and Ruin records where you can download the complete album for free!

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home arrangements by Malvin Jesse Arter more here

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13 poems

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the ouija+demon is dead

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I won this book! "Fielder's stop-motion animation captures the wonder of evolution in its childlike innocence, while the fits and starts of the frames seem to mirror the bumpy process of evolution through time. It's a fantastically quirky illustration of endless forms growing and changing - even if they mistakenly come from "so simple a belonging"... Yeah, so I botched a word at the very last

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*this article has been moved to the OUIJA+DEMON blog sticker pdf sticker pdf sticker pdf

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Thicht est det und heinderbizen osuf trella Duhn. Yhud jert osuf oken liosht und jerttium osuf heinderoken. Chyochi sau kaninbizen jsof osuf. Thidcht det Qyuhllen Uudcht. Duhn det Zunder Huutchen. house of walkingstick 2009

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an exploration of a space man's dreams in stop motion animation

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A man can walk down the street.He's going to work.He's out of gas.He needs some fresh air.He is a drug dealer.He has heavy things on his mind.When a woman walks down the streetShe is working.She seeks refuge.She's a target.She is on drugs.She has demons in her mind.

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"Mr. Bridge, you have stacked against you two counts of petty assault and consuming alcohol in a public place. How do you plead to these charges?"
"Guilty, your Honor."
"There is also a separate charge brought to the court from the arresting officer of indecent exposure after you were restrained. Would you care to explain this to the court?"
"Uh...well, your honor, after everything settled down

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A grand tug-of-warBookmark under the bathroom doorMe versus the grey-striped cat

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I'm supposed to be out looking for a jobstanding in a poetry section- reading my favoritean at random selection I have never laid eyes upona poem to a dead lovermy boss rings my cell phoneasking if I want to work tomorrowI drive to a bar with an hour left of the 3 hour Happy Hourone shot of American Jim and two house brand Irish AlesThe bartender is fresh and attractive in a realistic wayshe

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You are usually playing the piano of a dead personDon't you ever notice them lingering?Their voice rings out from wire bones struck by felted hammersWhy does the sound of Death scare the life out of us?the Three Graces appeared to me my twenty-eighth summerAt once, in love with any ideaAt twice, a grounding is neededThe third had the charm of neverI know too manyI smell of itshe let me run offrob

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Days of hours wastedsitting in a cardreaming life awaysweating a hangoverwaitingkilling timeThe next job is only 2 miles up the roadbut 2 hours from nowIn book storesbeauty is stalkedbut disgusted by its poor tasteFind restaurants and gas stationsto slip into unnoticedjust to use the bathroomDrinking unsweetened iced teafrom 32oz foam cups to gothe earliest intuition of this job wasnot a good

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Other people's whys torturewill knock you outOther people's whyshad better buyOther people's whys will always beThat's when you smear it on the wallI had betterlearn thatI had betterat least tryI had betterbeforeOther people's whys

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MR CHRISTOPHERBEAUTIFUL SASHAINFINITY MIRROR 1MAGIC SHELF

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this text is the narrative to a photo set you can view by clicking the title each line represents a single photographit went long unrecognizedwhat could possibly be wrong?of course she felt isolatedon top of her own mountainthere was never any sign of a problemjust a feeling of comfortable solitudethen the dreams startedit was always in the same housesister mary would be therewatching her stare

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Found a fancy display bottle for the rye whiskey I shouldn't be drinking.Two new shirts- one to replace the oversized throw out- the other to be worked into regular rotation.A tuff looking stranger holding two streaked champagne glasses, a wooden picture frame and some blue jeans informed me about where to get the best used electronics. He had found a Harley Davidson Powerwheels motorcycle for

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we sat seemingly naked in the 4 wheel drive un-bedexposing scars behind heavy foldsunsightly freckles cast off once they were exposedembarrassing blemishes politely washed away by the gold bond of trustsacred scares shared after secret stories in the sanctuary saw new light last nightI was rewarded by a clean slate come mid-morning

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seal your powder horn with waxrub it deep into the crackswaterproof your possibles bagwipe it good with an oily raghold your patch knife in your teethwhen you jump into the creekmake sure you have plenty'a flintthe trading post will charge a mintcopper pins and catgut stringthese are most essential thingsrawhide mends a broken handlefix a fire with a candlekeep your ramrod with your guncure your

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he's out there in that little house in the back yard sitting in that green chair with a shot of Weller's by his sidethread wrapped around the tip of a needle like a bee stinger filling in a tattoo he got on a vacation long agowith a woman he can no longer think aboutburned out yankee grease monkey from Cambridge, Mass.sunk his kid's college fund in a '77 Lincoln that didn't quite runa rusted out

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we got antssingle file from the window sill across the counter over to the sugar bowlthey're all just gettin' that sweet stuffone by oneand on down the cabinet they gothe antswe got cricketshiding in blankets jumping out and being greasy shiny blacksinging in the shadows of opportunitydriving us nutslate night thrown out the back doorthe cricketswe got miceback behind the oven pissing and

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the backyardsitting in the picnic area on the laid stonecat beside beside me on his own chairenjoying the magic hourI squeeze him a little tighter when he perks up spotting a birdsun is just right for the full spectrum to shinebeer and a cigarzip up sweater to combat the early evening chillclock tower chimes 6:15 as I contemplate the night's activityshow cancelledleaving my schedule opena

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my bicycle has no pedalsI push forward to brakemy top hat adorned with nettlesthe horn man sounds his trumpetthe conductor stops the trainthe farmer herds the cattlemy carpet bag is heavywith umbrella walkingstickI left quick without my pistolbound for blood moneywith a cane pole I catch lunchthen it's off to meet my foewhen he shouts I only whistleafter dinner we talk musicthat's when they learn

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these years have made me seriousI'm at that stage mysterious things I see and hear become my songsmy dreams become the reference pointtheir symbols of the nightanoint the sacred and the vulgar as the samethe imagery too soon breaks downwhen I'm back in my hometownI feel as though I never have beforeneeded what was out of mefor reasons only others seewhile I invest in self medication

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I dreamt I was to be the lead character in the sequel to Gummo- portraying Solly, the little boy, but 8-10 years down the road from the first movie.It was the first day for the cast and crew to assemble together before production started. The Director(who wasn't Harmony Korine) had me in costume right away so everyone would know me as the character- so I could develop and interact methodically. I

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In the turnaround of a white rock driveway to a wide Ranch style house-standing in the open passenger door of a bright red '56 Ford truck.The bench seat is pushed up so I can get to the back panel where I have hidden the knife and syringe of drugs.Staring at the needle, telling myself I need this- but I can't do it-I've always been scared of needles-bad hospital experience in my youth-they make

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an old man scared the shit out of me todayhe didn't do anything to me, it was what he had to do to himselfworking in his garden, with what appeared to be makeshift calf splintssome sort of blue foam wrapped with orange parachute cord keeping it just below the bendI now realize they were kneepads that had slipped down to his shinscreating the illusion of some self-made prostheticsthe thought of me

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"The freezing fog has arrived," she announced- coming thru the front door- just back from visiting her adopted grandfather's deathbed.I'm enjoying a Lion's Head with a peach White Owl- reading a blue edged late 50's paperbacka rusty oil lamp burns in the front room- lighting the label of the Rachmaninoff LP currently spinning- symphony 2, E minorthe fourth nite, finally with electricity after 3

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Twice back from the hallucination straight jacket of quit-This is the serious story of a troubled man who goes by the name you must forget- You Must ForgetYou must forget, You Must Forget- forget Forget, forget Forget!He's that man on his bike- with his pipeHe speaks out with a spike in his tongueAnd as it shakes- it rattles and rakesAcross the backs of plaque teeth- he spits at the street

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three chords and the proofin a 12 bar wandering leaky roofshe taunts with nipplesleaving candle scent perfume ripplesthe flow of brunette lockswith every little boy wanting to catch the sparrow in the cuckoo clocktheir bride be dirtyhigh heeled teetering well past thirtysay hello and give a kiss for mecrow's feet and beige being all that I see

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I was walking down the sidewalk, I had all of my eyes openWhen I came across a businessman who was kind and softly spokenI asked him for some change but he gave me a subway tokenAnd I said 'Thank you, but, I live in Oklahoma'Then a thinker on a bicycle hopped up on the sidewalkAnd he stopped me in my path and made sure that he was the first to talkHe asked me for some money but I gave him a drink

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With great expectations for the classical station and the hope that Diane Rheem isn't interviewing anyone on the topic of child welfare or some battered divorcee who wrote a book- I approach the work day. Not having grabbed any of my own music for the day's route, I must rely on the cunning and sheer audacity of radio programming to keep me unfocused and distracted from the banal duties of the

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*original concept by D$(I wrote this scene)Police Station- Sheriff leaned back in chair feet up on desksappy female country song playing in backgroundboy bursts thru doorboy: SHERIFF, SHERIFF! Gene Hackman is running around the town beating people up! He already got miss Sherrie at the grocery store and he even beat up little Henry Forker jr.- the preacher's crippled boy! You gotta stop him

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with K(who remained out of sight, but I felt her presence and the dual experience)-standing in the street facing a corner building- a stranger has just shot himself in the head, killing himself in front of us.it seemed correct and there wasn't much alarm- it seemed the people around were watching us to see our reactions.A friend appearing as multiple people(RT, JD, BC, and other dark headed male

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searching for the devil tuning-drinking dirty water- listening to 1936.

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(from nearly 2 months prior to the above post)a cheap bottle of Scotch on its way from Oklahoma City-listening to this music-trying to remember what it was that put me here.

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He had a slicked back, Elvis hairstyle- blood shot eyes and one of those faces that only came out of the 1940s.We instantly struck conversation when he sat next to me at the counter. It was obvious I wasn't a regular at the All American Dixie Diner- he must be very tired of the regulars.He ordered the classic hamburger with lots of mustard and chips instead of fries. I ate my hashbrown slop

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baby's grandma wears a faded Godsmack t-shirtbaby's momma eats beans on a plate and makes eyes at my girl and his girl on the stairsbaby's daddy has deep bite marks on his chest and left arm from baby's mommababy just wears a diaper and waves to me at the top of the stairsI give baby the 'redrum' finger wavebaby smiles and giggles into her hands hiding her facebaby's daddy came up to ask for a

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Drunk Bastard John crossed 23rd street at Robinson Ave. He stood on the pedals as he creeped the lowrider bike through the crosswalk- holding what were either 2 DVDs or video games in his left hand- fingering the handle grip- a whole fist's worth in the right.I watched him lean into the incline going west up the sidewalk. It's his day off, but I know KD's working the wine aisles at the liquor

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some very good looking legs hang over the armrest of the bookstore recliner-my weak bladder walks me past for a few quick peaks on my way to the pisser-her stern scowl at her magazine makes me stare-I stand 3 racks away, spying down the aisle.

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A late model Bob Dylan song plays as the shivers creep into me-During the second beer.I'm not cold- just got the shakes.I remember in the 6th grade at Monroe Elementary, trying out for the "Little Olympics"-it was the high jump and I was in the top 5.Wearing a crucifix from my mother, as I do now- but this one was gold enamel plated on a gold enamel chain- 1990.I kissed the cross and said

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Anton Otterbald walks into the Goodwill in Payson, Arizona. He immediately notices the 3 console organs on display- some unknown Kimball, a Lowrey Genie and a Hammond M3. A Jamaican song from the late sixties is played on the Lowery- flute on the upper board, piano on the lower. The Hammond wouldn't start. Probably a frozen drive shaft, keeping the tone wheels from spinning. Oil can in the bench-

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Floyd Crawford has 596 mugshots- he's been arrested over 350 times.City officials estimate that he's cost the taxpayers of Oklahoma City over $1 million dollars. Personally, I think that number is a little high- but at $1000 per ambulance ride, who knows?Floyd Crawford is banned from the liquor stores- banned from the homeless shelters- banned from various business in the downtown area and most

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the condensed version:My friend Cld & I are out drinking with someone else before the Daniel Johnston honorarium festival that's in town. Bono & the Edge are there in there HUGE tour bus. It's a celebration until Daniel Johnston's demons separate themselves from him and are out to kill my friends and I. We've holed ourselves up in the last house on the row with my pellet pistol and Cld's military

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Four adolescents on bikes, playing in the ditch of a field behind their housing addition. My camera is strapped on so I must be at work- snapping a few pictures as I approach.Two of the youths are out of sight behind some tall weeds and cattails shouting insults to a boy about 14. He seems to be the stereotypical nerd/loser/liar type- messy red hair, thick glasses, flannel shirt and cheap dark

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i'm part of a crew to paint backdrops for some high budget animated cartoons- the drops are on long tall pieces of cardboard with 6 or 7 scenes on each- they're mostly painted when i start, just doing touch-ups and color correction- a dark blue night scene with yellow stars and dark swirls for clouds- a sort of jack-of-all-seasons with a white round head, carrot for a nose, small orange derby hat

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at this moment I feel I have lost my way-the mirror is older than remembered- unrecognizable-been here before- in this feeling.perhaps too many times- the count seems to have been forgotten.not exactly for sure what this is is-illness or health- certainly can't be health.but what?body shakes and the stomach rumbles- hip pains.though rather calm in the mind.can't be death because I don't hear "A

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Confused in what I wanted; my last year in law school lead me to volunteer for the criminal defense clinic for the poor. The program allowed soon to be lawyers to get experience by helping local "without means" individuals facing pending criminal charges. My assignment was Bill.Bill was a know character around campus. Earlier in life, Bill had been struck through the head with a piece of metal in

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It was 11am in Billings, Montana and Mitchell Redding had been standing at the window for near fifteen minutes when someone in the diner finally noticed him. He appeared indifferent and stoic; ignoring a call from the waitress for more coffee. The third novel in as many months was coming to conclusion in his mind as he watched the service station attendant across the street filling a Volvo with

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and so it does-That I can control to a degree of fitness but of no abounding resonance. It is also all so and therefore for them- that is what I think to be true. For the sake of words, I give you these to mar the scape: Owah Tapi Sashi Tiam -A little humor can grind things to a halt if the will goes ungreased at the wheel. Remember your zen and be the hole- don't let the spokes direct traffic

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Vic the Spic was a shit of a human being . Everyone knew it- He knew it and didn't try to hide the fact. He didn't know shame- didn't know decency- didn't know honesty. Working at the Boy's Market grocery store was just his front money for running a small time cocaine and marijuana rackett. Which he operated out of the back of the store. He'd sell short to anyone and everyone- Pinching a joint

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on a plane from Las Vegas to Oaklandwe were served our cans of beer before some people got their peanutsmarveling at the giant green circles on the groundwhat are they?

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finally reaching the the stomping grounds our heroes made famouswe find the magic has dwindledthe romance drained by commercial enterpriseit just doesn't add up to the genius we expectedperhaps there never was any magicperhaps they were the magic in a typical place made to be a creative havenpresented in its own light our eyes see only the true storythe blank canvas for our own interpretation

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the doorman plays twister w/ a spilled drinkpaper towelsthe dancers won't let updrunk foulsneo-throwback-drum&bass jazz plays live while the Greeks & Artists thrive upon the rhythms6 strings, 66 keys, single reed, 5 piece kitskinny skirtsbutton down shirts & tie-dyed cowboy hats keep time w/ body jerks & alcoholic perks"in the dark night . . . your anus was an ignoramus . . ."dancing cover

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bicycler pulling a lawnmowerright hand back holding the handlehe's aware of his ridiculousnessas he passes looking around to see who might be watchinghis grin is genuine as our eyes meethe comes back by minutes laterno lawnmowerwe meet again

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eyes are made in swooning delightvoices remain silentclapping wildly with seemingly sincere cheerI'm ignored in their levelwhiskey flasks offered in consultationboys and girls shuffle offthe ideas of pleasure and comfort clashcarnal desires dance awaywhile I circle Shiva in courtshipKali menstruates overhead Joseph impurely touches Mary in her sleepJudas offers an open handThe Christ bleeds to a

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beer can in a treebourbon box in the dumpsterI sign a certified letter from the Ford dealershipthey sent me a calendar made with the worst picture of me I've ever seenstanding there with the wind blowing my shirt upsquinting in the sunhoping they're not pulling one over on me as I did themmy straight across trade in value was not in good faitha car wreck was unfortunately avoideda back out and

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I'll settle for this- without choicecontinue on in my way as a casual observersilent to the social role playinginvisible in performancecaring not for the cat or mousenor the dog eating dog biting man chasing tailthink of me as the cheese not eaten in an already sprung trapUntil I get back to New Mexicoinkjet pages will fill the voidXerographic clones will remain at largehubcaps will rattle on

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only when motivation carries the weight of inspiration can true greatness be achieved-i repeat this to myself internally- convincing myself that true greatness must be achieved- Only I just started believing this literally- I just started literally believing-in the words-that is where it is- the power of the thought-before it was just the concept of getting something done-finishing any sort of

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"Damn! These dog turds taste just like a Snickers bar-"Wouldn't it be nice if you could convince everybody to start eatin' dog turds 'cause you said they tasted like some sweet chocolate with carmel, peanuts and nougat? I wish I could be Oprah.-K D05-06-062:00 am

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'she strikes nervesleaving me powerless- stumbling for wordsa rekindling of the unworthy feelings'what are you doing out here man? why do you want this job?i need money-man i know you need money- you could make good money, you're a smart motherfucker jack!i just need some money, i'm working a job-but why do you wanna be out here taking these people's shit?'but what would the people who are dead

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AGENT DWP3 IS IN MEXICO:from the cellular line"Dude, I'm totally in Mexico- We're in Tia Juna, in a hotel room that costs $24. We've had mas Tecate but we didn't 'see the donkey show. Here, listen to the TV. (he holds the phone to the television and I hear some news in spanish) I'm totally in Mexico (laughs)."

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driving somewhere between North 4th and Grandsome shitty house with a huge sheet of plywood starting in the sidewalk in front of the porch which lays across the porch and just inside the open front door-garbage, of course, is strewn all about the porch and into the front yardstanding in the doorway is a little girl around the age of 9 or 10-she's wearing inline skates- no adults are in sight-just

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my mother's father was a good man- a great manhe was in the Coast Guard during The Big Onethey'd beach the boat and drag on the dead while releasing a fresh unit of soldiers into harms waygo back out to sea and wait for the next roundhe never told me any war stories- mom told mehe gave me lots of coins from the different countries he went to- from all over Europe and Asiathose have always been

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the old woman standing in my lane-wearing a jogging suit and waving nervously to the car passing in the opposite lane-she stands there in my way so i have to wait for the truck to pass so i can drive around her-stares at us and waves as we pass by-she's old and confused-it's been raining for 2 days-my father gave me the chinese ointment to put on my jammed toe-the top of my foot was bruised-the

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the summary poems found through out, sometimes at the end of a prose post, are created by marrying the first and last word of each line on their own respective line-line by line to create a new trimmed down version of the prose-a sort of 'summary'

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tuna frozen vegetable ramen stir fry and the cat gets the juice- 6 pack 'a Moosehead'll do me fine- maybe a tall dunkel too-of course the jazz plays while i try my hands at cooking while writing and drinking and maybe a smoke for bad measure-the metal countertop allows me to open beers with only small pressure applied by a closed fist- the tack paper rips away at each bottle-cap strike-the food's

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programs recognisetalks cytheophrastus healthI've room@ bigcity wackosfrom fertilizerhere USAbad adrunk friendwe winei tipto allhere erwhat youto hobbyobsession sightkeeping ismhere erathe speakall wealthmyne opportunismshopping scismi pairsmy receedsmy sporadicshe tutorAn forthe skytshe linefrom turmelinenot @the rselfquestioning cleaning

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tell you about the time me and a couple of my buddies drove towards haiku and stoppede off at rainbow park (where jerry garcia use to jam) and picked mushrooms and i found fist sized blue mushrooms and ate them and drove to kihei across that long stretch of road that has rows of tall skinny trees on either side that blocked the sun with a strobing effect which turns out to induce mushroom trips

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Suddenly for no reason i remember seeing a HUGE ICBM missile being paraded through town at some time in the distant past.like a propaganda poster in 3D.............like a fortune tellers vision...........like "you'd better watch out"...............like "we're watching you..................."like hysterical people are in charge................why can't i forget these things? i forget a lot of

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Good Day.I am here to offer you a grand opportunity that willmake you, not only feel good about yourself, but makeyou riches beyond comprehension. What I am offeringis not only the solution to all of your problems, butthose of the world.If you start collecting all of your hair and nailclippings (including pubes) and send them to thislittle farm off the cost of Columbia, a short robustwoman will

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my pistol is hidden in the piano- the sides have to be removed to reach inside and get it-it's some sort of socail affair- probably around the late 1930s- I remember everyone in brown and dark grey suits, hats, umbrellas- plenty of haberdashery-i really have no idea what was going on-

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i went to the vinyl-l.p.-recordstore over at __th &north _______ in oklahomacity (___________) and thedude who works there says that they have thefloydcramer piano hits record(s) there but the catchis that it or they are in some unmarked box somewherein the store amongst the unmarked box section which issemi-vast. so lot's of record diggings would becalled for but that record/those records could

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only when motivation carries the weight of inspiration can true greatness be achieved-i repeat this to myself internally- convincing myself that true greatness must be achieved- Only I just started believing this literally- I just started literally believing-in the words-that is where it is- the power of the thought-before it was just the concept of getting something done-finishing any sort of

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Pain, damage, dispair, or fucking beatingsdon't end the world.The world endswhen you are dead.Until then,you've got more punishment in store.Stand it like a man,and give some back.

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I was about to prescribe an LSD induced ego-death scenario but quickly retracted the thought. Her fragile social skills would be long forgotten after an extreme psychedelic experience- Leaving her either mentally incapacitated or confused to the point of paranoid animism.Judging from my own experiences, a light dose of free-will propaganda should do the trick.

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hunger will always out-weigh anger-i reheat my Gloden Chef chinese and wonder what it is I may be angy at--a habitual hyphenator and happy hoticulturalist are having humdingers as heavy holys arrest-"and then the captian of the other yacht got mad and swore an awful lot. And then the other yacht gained on the other yacht, and the other yacht gained on the other yacht, and then the captain of the

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this smell is the Aesthetic I choose to avoid-All that is in vague terms-Broad senses and Disturbing Photographic Realism-Reproduction on a holistic plane-Free melodies on a Sporadic Rhythm-A Corporal Contest-Center Justified Precious ratios-Displacement-Unwanted facts and laming Vocal utterances which guide my cynicism into Tunnel Vision

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dream-amulets in mouth-turn to bouncersecret back room-d & ki defecate my cancer and read the words of the drug geniusi'm just leaving the hipster party on 12th & in between alameda and lindsey-around taco bueno- 2 kids (boys) are walking down the ditch when we cross paths-each is carrying an amulet which i instantly recognise- the 2 fit together-- i convince the dudes to give me the amulets

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this is the condemnation i have been afforded-am i the loser to the crowd or the supporter of their efforts to promote my being?in a few flashes i can go from stern ironic realist to "choose the not drugs side"-where is the middle ground that fosters no creativity yet yields peace from distraction?the choices of my elders are not supported by my format- there can be more than one-only i am not

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#1) make the lists#2) read the books#3) write the scripts#4) direct the show#5) stage the lights#6) make screen tests#7) let the cats inside#8) move shade plants out of sun#9) type it all out#10) re-write the shows#11) learn all the parts#12) play the right notes#13) stay in rhythm#14) be on time or early#15) listen to the classics#16) eat a good lunch#17) always brush teeth#18) turn off the

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programs won't work because drives won't regognisetalks of magnetic deficien-cytheophrastus bombastus- said, "be clean for health"I've restored Marylin Monroe's eye with pencil and ink in a dimly lit art room @ 10:30 pm on a tuesday night in the suburbs just 20 miles south of the big city where buildings blow up in domestic terrorism committed by wackos from the mid-west with silos on farms full

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If Magic were real- I'd be a WizardI'd scramble eggs with a wave of my hand-There would be no pointed hat on my head- My beard would be to my navelPotions and powders would not be my style.My crystal would rest in the center of the room-Untouched by all who gaze-My staff to my height would always be by my side-Mortal fears I'd disregardFor those who equal my stature.

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i receive a phone call to go outside and view the clouds-have you ever witnessed ducks hunting for their food?a young couple takes their offspring to the pond for the first time to see them hunt for fire-flies- a right of passage in most animal cultures- the first hunt or personal food retrieval-it is also in the clouds- i watch the pink taint the dipping fingers of cumulation-it moves west in a

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its so hot tonight hardly seems rightshe didnt put up much of a fight sheawakened in the middle of the nightto such a fightening sight in the cornerof her room was a blinding light turnedher hair the brightest whitemja

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at this hour of midnight-i stare myself into the mirror- nakedon the toilet reading of Burroughs-the more i remain sober i can perceive my actual self-i have become a man of 26 years- the hair covers my chest and small beer belly-a documentary of moonshiners and bootleggers i can hear from the front room-my whiskers remain unshaven from the neck to my high cheek bones-i plan to be at work in 8

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i looked out the window and watched my neighbors drive away. I remember thinking "man, this sure would be a bad time to get ROBBED"---and then, of course, that situation manifested.....A man about my age, with curly black hair, and a huge grin. He pushed his way through the door as I walked over to lock it. I ran to my bedroom and locked that door in time. Then I heard him get in the shower. (

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FROZEN TORNADOESI often dream of tornadoes. My favorite one went like this:I am in a small spacecraft with a select few family members. My grandmother is sitting nearby me, and the craft moves very slowly, drifting. I look out the window and see we are surrounded by tornadoes that stretch,- from our level we can see the tops, to the absolute depths of space below. At first I feel anxious and

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These are the times when we tryTo find the thinks the Prophet thoughtWe flip through tracks and read the backsof books with knowledge wrought AroundThe center of the universal truths we seekTo speak the names of The Sun with a faceAround the rows of satellite trajectory The Sun with a faceWe write the lines that we think defineWhat might become the factsWhen most of what makes up the RealmIs

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