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|Saturday, January 6th, 2007|
|add 1 to the tens digit and subtract 1 from the ones
Apparently, if you have a wild moose problem, the best solution is to use a mix of powdered bobcat and coyote urine. Wolf urine is more effective, but coyote urine is just cheaper and easier to get. This was explained to me by a man who sells the powdered urine of various predators online.
My co-worker and I sit on a roof,
Seeing how far we can toss dead oranges. (they are brown like the dirt)
We are discussing job security, and wether or not we have it.
The world is flat.
The sky is orange. (like the oranges when they were alive)
On the clock.
Bored out of my fucking gourd. (.....)
I need a new job.
I sit around spewing forth complaintative bullshit about how I cant think of any great income-generating ideas, and heres this guy selling animal piss, of all fucking things. I should be ashamed of myself.
|Sunday, December 31st, 2006|
|I can see clearly now...
...that I have new glasses!
My cat clawed a hole
in my boxspring
and then climbed into it,
deciding this would be his new
fortress of solititude
or whatever cat-fantasies cats have
when they crawl into weird places
I tossed and turned,
irritated at my neighbors below me,
before I heard
Went to a thrift store this week and they had books on sale, 50% off.
Which made all books 17 cents.
This was pretty damned exciting for me.
|Monday, December 25th, 2006|
to change reality.
If you can add numbers-"
|Monday, October 9th, 2006|
|Sunday, October 1st, 2006|
|I'm having the time of your life!
"fear is your friend, but not always
you should never turn your back on fear
it should always be in front of you,
like a thing that might have to be killed"
I tried to trick a spider into eating a leaf. I threw it into its web, and it spun about and dashed after it. Upon discovering that the disturbance was not a delicious meal, the spider promptly yanked that shit off its web and tossed it aside. Damned cool thing to watch. I crouched down in front of its web for fifteen minutes, hoping to see it eat something. It just chilled. Ive seen three different airports in as many days. I saw an emperor goat hidden in the wall, wearing a square crown and possibly bleating imperious commands to his subjects, "expand my goatly empire!"
Im not home, in the desert. Im in another land.
|Saturday, September 16th, 2006|
|false flags- thats not a tree
they twitch the lens a bit as they zoom out,
making the focus seem to
makin ya wonder- oh shit, whos head am I really in here?!
gotta be really real
there hasnt been a full moon in months
measure it in years
-though that doesnt mean much
always fading away
these things we cant touch
|Saturday, August 26th, 2006|
I managed to fix my phone without having to order or solder the stupid switch!
|Wednesday, August 16th, 2006|
|this world at its best/is just a prelude to the next
From the passenger seat
I could see the green needle of the speedometer
lost in the blank space
to the right of 120
the sound of the engine drowning out the noise of the radio,
as if to say,
I am an engine
You are a radio
She whoops, and I find I am whooping too,
and we go faster, and the engine gets louder
burning carbon off the engine
burning carbon off the tired lungs
of two tired people
flashing lights ahead,
and her foot easees off the gas,
and the speed drops,
and the pulses drop,
and the spirits drop,
and again we are just driving
some crap on the radio
|Saturday, August 12th, 2006|
|It is not a Justice System It is just a system.
than I have in a while
I finished a stack of books
I'm trying to get work down to part time
I dont think they are going to let me
This fucking city
is an incubator of apathy
I did, however, quell this burning need
to get a ridiculous mobile phone
it is fuckin awesome
I am asian
Yes I ran a liquor store once
"Social theorists have resisted strongly the recognition that social deviance is not merely a reaction against something negative in a persons background, but a reaching for exquisite possibilities. Researchers like to point out the popular error of considering as essentially deviant, those people who, whatever their crime or infraction, overtly commit criminal acts only during rare moments of their lives. But deviant persons also appreciate the economy of doing evil for characterizing the self generally: it is literally wonderful. Through the defiance of law, a person may portray his or her general, if usually hidden charismatic potential." -Jack Katz, Seductions of Crime
righteousness of law
If its established, it must be good
I dont want any trouble!
just hurry up and buy
|Monday, July 31st, 2006|
Going from day to overnight
to day to overnight and back to day
has not been good for the sleeping schedule
Im not sure when Im tired and when Im not
I have, though, been reading this book,
entitled 'The Promise of Sleep'
its author describes 'sleep-debt'
I am tired I think
of indebted workers paying off the mortgage
and being indebted to the sandman
I had to laugh like hell
|Saturday, July 15th, 2006|
Tonight I released Christopher Moltisanti.
He slightly more then doubled in size when I had him.
I kept him in a tupperware container with some grass and shit.
Christopher Moltisanti was a praying mantis.
A midget had something to do with praying mantis'
|Thursday, May 25th, 2006|
Walking home the other night
The train moves so slow at night
(unless its after 12)
it slows down
to give itself braking room
in case someones playing on the tracks
or some such shit
at any rate, it doesnt move as fast
as it could
which disappoints me
there arent any miles
just the space between work
the lil mercado
sometimes I sit on the side of the tracks
and have an orange
all the broken glass
looks like a million diamond mines
fuck all the diamonds of the world
|Monday, May 8th, 2006|
I ordered checks without incident
temptation is a seductive mistress
I walked home from work and stood
next to the train and waited for it to pass
The rail warning bell
could have been an alarm klaxon
I wondered what it would be like
to ride a train
and watch the world hurtle past
same scenery as in the car
but I bet it would be better anyways.
If they had a bank on the train
I would definitely be tempted to rob it
oh the sex
and alarm klaxons
it was just a train
I touched the tracks after it went
they were warm like it had just been alive
later the same night
Some fat bitch
made me TRIP out
and almost left me here in the real world
with Brian and Stewie
from the family guy
while she took off for animated Rhode Island
it passed after a few moments
but I still found myself checkin the rug
an hour later (and it wasnt animated, thankfully)
I slept good
I dreamed of railroad tracks
|Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006|
|Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006|
|by the phone, I live, in fear, sheer chance, will draw, you in, to here
"It took Khufu 23 years to build his great pyramid at Giza, where some 1100 stone blocks, each weighing about two and a half tons, had to be quarried and moved and set in place every day during the annual building season, roughly four months long. Few commentators on these facts can resist noting that this achievemtn is an amazing testimonial to the pharoahs iron control over the workers of Egypt.
Pharaoh Khufu needed to exercise no more control over his workers than Bill Gates exercises over his workers at Microsoft.
No special control is needed to make people into pyramid builders- if they see themselves as having no choice but to build pyramids. They'll build whatever they're told to build, wether its pyramids, parking garages, or computer programs. Karl Marx recognized that workers without a choice are workers in chains. But his idea of breaking chains is for us to depose the pharoahs and then build the pyramids for ourselves, as if pyramid building is something we just cant stop doing, we love it so much."
I finished another Nestle book today
think like mountains waking
cat didnt piss on nothing
free drinks on the mezzanine
keep your music
away from me!
|Sunday, April 30th, 2006|
SO I'm in the parking lot the other day
when a person approaches me and puts a book in my hands
he says it will change my life
he says it will save my life
he asks if perhaps I'd like to give him some money
to help defray the costs of the books
(he didnt phrase it so politely)
I gave him the book back
It was a copy of Left Behind.
|Tuesday, April 25th, 2006|
|Consequitur quodcumque petit
"a dark satire about corporate power, consumerism, information technology, and data mining carried to terrifying extremes"
this garbage disposal I call my body
living machines inside running on and on
in endless dark, keeping me alive
thirst to know
renal failure of reason
blood pressures high
brains pumping thought
boundary defined still
summers setting in
its getting fucking hot
|Friday, April 21st, 2006|
|"God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven"
You know whats awesome
When you listen to music so loud
it makes your eyeballs shake
and you imagine lightning storms in your head
Yeah, I dont have headphones like that anymore
I dont go to shows like that anymore
But I remember the way sound would tear through the skull
like a pack of wild horses
like exploding plate glass
If ever you were standing next to a store-front and the window broke,
you'd know what I mean- plate glass explodes,
it's like you can hear every fragment
disconnecting itself from the rest and whistling through the air
Someone told me it had something to do
with pressurized glass-making techniques
every time I'm around plate glass
I find myself wishing it would explode
and bring me back to darkened rooms
crushed with screaming,
dying to get out of their skins
for five minutes and fifty five seconds at a time
I'm bored with the music I have these days
I usually just turn what music I have up even louder
|Wednesday, April 19th, 2006|
|rode a chemical rocket into outer space that night-spent the next day burning up on re-entry
A thing to think about is the fact that under your feet
to the symphony of a million toilets flushing
millions of gallons of shit and filth
flow back and forth in a network of pipes
Other people think of the city
they picture endless miles of criss-crossing streets
and freeways with millions of little metal boxes flowing down them
zoom-out to the traffic grid
I can picture the shit grid
A network of number twos
flushed drugs and used condoms
the drunken saturday vomitus
of tens of thousands of partygoers
And, it's amusing me to death
most just see the traffic grid!
|Monday, April 17th, 2006|
|hydrogen makes the fat go solid at room temperature.
Hydrogenated means that the polypeptide chain is saturated with hydrogen.
ie-saturated fat cooking oil is the crisco.
non-saturated is the wesson that comes in liquid form.
I dont think wesson(oil) keeps any longer than crisco (lard) or visa versa.
I keep falling asleep too fuckin early and easily.
Been exhausted the last week, but irregardless,
I'm feeling like a damned narcoleptic.
This has been the most boring April ever.
Feel like the bloods freezing in my veins.
Obssesive research into different kinds of fat this week.
Dreams too loud.
Mother of Christ.