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1)

the popped top,
dormant in dream,
singing the cornices
of personal temples,
alters transfigured
between different scenes,
taking with them
some of the senses,
not born to be abandoned,
not proper,
  left to atrophy;
it is revealed they sing,
when they sing in harmony  


2)

composing composing

isnt it rosy

to lift from ground level
to quarters aloft
on the wings of the Will

This day masticates
in a casual way

(its just part of the game)


3)

Betimes the door is open

and @ other times is shut

CRANIAL DIRT

I will not think of you today, Allah,
in a way it seems
   there is
   no need
   if one has
   let thee
   over Take
   ~ Me"(?)

4)

My flayed skin table buckles

lonely beast moans
       and gnashes
       in the night
       as the witching hour is nigh

5)

LAZY EXPERIMENTS
BEFALLEN UPON

I have befriended
furtive stands
and caught
the glint of green
light in the smile
strung to beguile

6)

I am the unwashed screen of potential desire,
there is little left to be rejected

7)

secret skull-splitting prowess

opening way for more delicate hands

Their ashiness accentuates the ancestors

8)

My boyliness and girliness are one
  and hid -

Today i am not black and nil

9)

[RANDOM NOTES:]

one's "personal" web surfing (consisting of): pleasure of the eye,
tawdry (excuse) for a meat display

these Kilmer fotos make us feel sad
→ hopeless youth encaged in youth

((are) all fotografers (are) pervs(?))

Jeffrey Kilmer - perv fotografer; "23% pure"
	"There is a middle ground between the portraits of Edward Weston,
        Diane Arbous, and Nan Goldin - that questions the subject's
        desire to be photographed."

(not all photographers are perv [photographers]:)
     O. Winston Link - trains


10)

BANK SMART: ~ Bank w/ Christ Associates

[Christ Trust]

Dear Chuck Palahniuk

Dear Chuck Palhanuik,

I’ve read some of this book with a gloamy strutting violence in the undertones. it also tickles me, both the book itself and this quality of it.

It has been grey and rainy in filadelphia. now that crosses my mind, im not sure if youre a “living” person right now – my “generation” feels like it is in this period in which its luminaries are passing on. and it is beautiful that they pass and their passing

I rode the bus today and while i did so i read some bits of the Baghavad Gita. it’s very saucy. Also, i just read in a different book that, like many rockstars and of their days, when Krishna and his brother would sing or play the flute, the cowherd girls’ and maidens’-abound garments would loosen and their hair would begin to loosen from the potency of the music.

Today i allowed myself to experiment with gluttony – yknow, i felt a feeling and then i rolled with it. it didnt put me in the proverbial dumps per se, but my initial earlier state of gelid listlessness did not improve. sate the taste, name of the game. i guess i was a true united-statesian for once, loafing about in my microbe insouciance

Theres this show on the box right now, “Jazz Thru the Night”, hosted by a cool-sounding lady named COURTNEY BLUE

Did ppl call joints “reefers” in your heyday? (which coulda been any ol’ time as far as i know. i don’t read many books these days; see im often besot by this queer weariness that has something to do, it seems, with the Dark Night of the Soul.)

FYI, ive resolved not to cut my hair anymore—this most recent time was more of a cathartic act than going for a different hairstyle directly

Well its almost 05:00. im about ready to drink some of this poison-laden water (i just say that about any water system “treated” with fluoride—it’s poison ykno) Take care young heart! Perhaps i’ll get to finish your book!

Vaporically,

4 sept

Dogs as exploitation tools white people use to have an excuse to talk to strangers