| Every day has a beginning and ending, just like every life has a start and finish.
July is gone like the gasoline it took to make the circle again.
FLorida to Florida, by the way of America.
Cocaine and soda, playing Tetris in our underwear.
We take turns reading letters, I read the haiku and you move your nails across my legs.
In your arms, I don't know who I am, taking all I know about nihilism and trying to build it into a life.
With your thought in mind, I walk the streets down to the shore and I sink into the Pacific.
This is evrything up to now ending.
It was nice to believe for a while.
-against me!
(farewell to this tundra, this_boy_the_bear no longer exists)
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| ...Kierkegaards last words were 'Sweep me up'... |
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| the latest,
i forgot which lovely dream i was referencing in that last immaterial post. i'll make one up for everyone, if you ask.
doesn't matter how much time, you'll never forget that forgettings required.
-jordan
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| i had a splendid dream last night.
i'll tell you all some other time
goodbye,
jor-done |
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| don't trust the poets
their trying to get paid
their plying their trade to the art of getting laid
don't trust the prophets
their visions are fudged
their buying our homes while selling us floods
-les savy fav
if you're going to trust anybody...make it pistol pete...or Trust Company...or not trust company at all...cuz they suck...but, just pistol pete...or something...ellipses
-jordan |
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