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...oh god...like a drum circle

from the depths of hell...can you

just smell the patchouli and body

odor...

one pill makes you larger...

too bad its

laugh as the sun...

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get off this,

get on with it...

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oh green world and i am

back in that white impala across

new mexico to see aliens...and

there was nothing green...more

alien in the full on sun than the

night before when you drove

with your head out the window

while i drove, so you could

look for e.t.

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i always pay,

na, na, why don't you get a job?

so, toe-tappin', mouth grinin'

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so tom waits, my twilights...

my father's belonged to nat king

cole...so i'm pasties and a g-string,

he so mona lisa...and i wonder

who she was for him...the one

who made that song his...the one

who made that song...and me with

my pasties and a g-string...

and he's gettin' harder than chinese

algebra...mr. waits, that is...

you perves...

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i almost bought a blank notebook, plain,

fancy, whatever...i'm addicted to buying

blank books, and i don't think i have ever

filled up one...ever...wtf????

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tomorrow never knows...

i hate time concepts, because then

you start to get into perspective

and the size of time is infinity...

it gives my head a cramp and i smoke

and so i get afraid of stroking out,

seriously...they're like gun shots,

sometimes they don't kill you and

you end up a vegetable...

screw that...

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i am a ferret...i like bling...i am

easily distracted by shiny things...

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green onions...

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trying to do something fancy with my

nails, they're long enough now...

i am 11 again, reading seventeen

magazine about how i can wear

my homecoming formal during

the day any old time by pairing

it with a t-shirt and a pair

of jeans...trying to work this

tube of super glue and these

plastic nails for bigger hands...i

have to file a few down, in the

process i make them look further

unnatural...they look so mangled...

even in the distance of memory...

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always with the making of these

stamps...more ferret behavior...have

you seen them? they are so freaking

busy, it's a wonder you can make out

anything in the image...

it makes me giggle...so fuck 'em if

they can't allow me a giggle or

two...life really is a downer for the

most part and you got to grab your

tiny joys where you can...

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jesus, i am an ass...

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the days are too short....

i am never satisfied...

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...i can't seem to stop listening to

kid cudi...it so reminds me of lafayette...

i was social then...not good at it,

but there were some people

who seemed to enjoy my company...

i'm not real good at it...pretty

lazy...

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poor paxy brown...so neglected...

the first child...the first facet...too

bad they all tend to sound the same...

i need to clean up the distinctions

according to my little old man...he

is not a fan of paxnor...

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i'm on the pursuit of

happiness...i'll fine once i get it...

night terrors...tell me what you

know about dreams...

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new york, 1998...may...the afternoon...

i get a tatoo from a comic book...

i feel so lucky...i feel golden...

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Darkflint
16:35 Jan 29 2010

Gold, silver and platinum,Phobe

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Angelus
01:00 Feb 18 2010

am lovin this.

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henry kissenger, how i'm

missing you, you're so chubby...

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icelandic ultra blue...

it's a goddamned chinese water

torture mock infomercial from

satan's bastard red-headed step

child...

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...this is my job now...looking

for a job now...not going to let

it get me down...tomato soup...

and spode porcelain...

the only thing in my attic

is bats...no cash in my attic...

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tom sizemore is a satanist...

ism...

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...down on me?

yeah, well, up yours!!!

that is so mature...

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i'm not going to keep track

anymore, of how many times

i've sent out...it just gets me

down...who really wants to be

an albatross...

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howard moon...vince

noir...why can't i work at the

nabootique?...

i really should stop listening

to the cure...

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i think being a salesperson has got

to be the worst job i can think of...i

include the periphery...waiting tables,

any service type industry...selling

something, no, more than that...

pitching something, going all carney-

barker...please mister, buy my chiclets...

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let's go see raoul...

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can you read my mind?

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got the worst kind of attention issues tonight...

pff, "tonight"...what am i? an octegenarian?

since when is 5 "tonight"??? i should be

taken out back, behind the barn and quietly

shot...i'm like mentally lame... heinous cemetary

yeah, you gotta jump, jive an'

then you wail

away...

god, it is a fundamental truth,

which is to say, it

means

something, that

bacon

can make any dish better...

finland has it all...

oh god!!! he's in there making

his devil black bean soup...

i can smell the bacon and i

am starving...i am going to get

polluted on something tonight...

i feel like a ramone...a tall, shaggy

black denim wearing dirty new yorker

(isthereanotherkind)

growling at the crowd, except my audience

is gone...my dive bar is empty...just me

on the stage...soothing like one of those

hawaiian guitars...like the sound of a

truly tortured soul...

freedom's just another word for nothing

left to lose...ms. tooney, where are you?

your reeboks and microscopic tolerance

for bullshit...always talking about getting

to the "real"...i always measure my words

by that ridiculous, unattainable height...

what have you done to me?

what have i allowed? endorsed?

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like throwing arms 'round yesterday...

i love to listen to the oldies...

but i don't like the melancholy nostalgia,

not totally, but if all drugs did was make

you feel like shit, nobody would ever

take them to begin with....you never

heard a junkie say they did it because

they loved feeling like a train wreck...

there is joy in those moments, but i

can't feel them without knowing they

are just memories...what is going on

right now?

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have a look at my wares...

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...i wandered for days,

thinking the walk might do me

some bit of good...

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well and truly spoiled in the land of the

misfit toys...broken pinocchios...long

noses...loud noises and baby, you're a

genius when it comes to cookin' up some

chili sauce...

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i am soooooooooooooooooo

having a 1983 or 1981 night

on long island...with chinese food...

and blondie...

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tune in tokyo...and

yes, yes we are the waiting...

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country death song...

been there, done that,

designed the t-shirt...

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hit young rocky in the eye...

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i want to go back to here 20 years ago...

i miss then...so very bitter...eating my

heart...strangling my own soul...

so tiring...just want to lie down

somewhere...then my little old

man gives me a swift kick in the

ass parts and says gidup! there's

nothing so bad in the world as

bad enough to kill ya...you had

your sad, now pick yourself up

and get on with it...

i think i'll keep him...

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Serenity
04:32 Nov 20 2009

I would love to go back 20 years ago!

I had a waiste, steedy pointing boobies and a nice ass, along with long hair, no wrinkles and my full energy to stay up 72 hours in a row, no worries in the world and money to by my hair spray hehehe!

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phoebeXrouge
17:02 Nov 20 2009

...and it seems like it should be such

a simple thing...time travel...it's

2009 for crips sake!!!

i thought we were suposed to have

flying cars by this time!!!

^.^

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