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| quiet conversation between boys | speak(4) :: permalink |
 9/5/2008 |
6:35 am |
| early hours, The Boy restless and animated. me, sleepy mind and tired eyes. he whispers with one little finger near his mouth. he knows the girls are all asleep. everything he says in that mispronounced child language where "L" and "R" and "W" run into each other and then out again, the same letter, then switching, then back to themselves. it is the way only children can speak, saying what they need to without knowing how. ghost |
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| portion for foxes | speak(3) :: permalink |
| 9/4/2008 |
6:06 am |
| i disagree with the old cliche. i'd rather believe a picture is worth a thousand memories. the value of the currency varies depending on the circumstances. happy thursday. ghost |
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| Me and The Boy | speak(8) :: permalink |
| 9/3/2008 |
5:09 am |
| super bon bon starts to play and sounds empty. when i turn around to find out why he's not singing, it's because he's asleep. his body is limp, his head crooked at an impossible angle, his tiny mouth open, his breathing deep and slow. i drive past my exit. he doesn't nap, so if he's asleep his little body must need it. later, i reach around his baby boy belly, then under one arm, then the other arm, unfastening buckles. "let's go," i say, "i've got you, sugarman." he holds up his arms, but he's still out of it. i pick him up and carry him inside, his head slumped against my shoulder. ghost |
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| sink | speak(5) :: permalink |
| 9/2/2008 |
6:05 am |
| today i do not feel like i did a good job. on anything. i called my amy looking for someone to cheer me up. no answer. about right. she's out there trying to make it all work. this life thing really gets in the way of my feel better now jones. ghost |
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| just do it, damn it. | speak(7) :: permalink |
| 8/29/2008 |
5:01 am |
| i don't get the people who sit around declaring themselves different or destined for "something great". for phuq's sake, if you were so different, you'd be out there being different instead of being the one millionth person talking about how different they are. if you were supposed to do great things, you'd be out there doing them already. me, no illusions. there's no supposed to. destiny is not a spectator sport. you gotta make it happen. ghost |
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| this just in... | speak(6) :: permalink |
| 8/28/2008 |
9:15 am |
| this very minute, yours truly stumbled across two bags of spray caps that he thought had been stolen last fall. new york fats , german outlines, and grey dot hins. oh yes. i am feeling the urge to puke vivid bleeding color all over the city. ghost |
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| headlines | speak(4) :: permalink |
| 8/28/2008 |
6:52 am |
| world, what the hell? clearly you and i need to have another little sit down. i know you want to go watch american idle. this will only take a minute. sit down, world. look. i know it's not "technically" illegal, i know there aren't any specific laws against it, but that does not mean that necrophilia is okay. sex with dead bodies? really, world? while we're at it, bestiality isn't alright either. all i'm saying is, we shouldn't have to pass laws specifically banning sex with corpses. or animals. it's the sort of thing you're supposed to be able to figure out on your own. "maggots on my junk? no thanks." but since you're just not getting it, consider this a final warning. if i find you having sex with dead bodies again, world, i'm putting you on time out. no buts, mister. understood? good, i hope you learned something. yeah, fine, you can finish american idle now. ghost |
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| drawing again | speak(2) :: permalink |
| 8/27/2008 |
6:48 am |
| on one side there is an angel in simple black ink next to a skeleton with silver paint pen highlighting the bones. on the other side is medical text glued to the sheet, including the word "amygdaloid," which i think is just an effin rad word. ghost |
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| it begins... | speak(3) :: permalink |
| 8/26/2008 |
6:42 am |
| and that depression i mentioned flows away. so angry, for no real reason. he doesn't know better, they say. i know that, but i feel like if i let kids get away with "they didn't know better," then i can't expect adults to know better either. fuck that. i'll teach them myself. ghost |
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| first day of school | speak(8) :: permalink |
| 8/25/2008 |
5:33 am |
| i like when music is alive, when it has something to it, a core that's vibrant. i know that it is the listener that makes songs live based on the listener's emotions, feelings etc etc. sometimes the songs are sad like soul one by blind melon, or whimsical like grass by animal collective, but for the most part, songs that i percieve as alive, that speak to me the most, are angry songs like killing in the name by rage against the machine. i have spent most of my life angry. mostly i didn't understand what was fueling that torch inside me. i still don't but i've gotten a better handle on it as i've grown more grey. what i want is for everybody who reads this post to tell me one song that is alive for you and why. one song that makes you sit up in bed in the morning and say, "today is either gonna be rad or suck hard, but i don't care because i'm alive and i am feeling and that just rocks." please. ghost |
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