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2004-03-23 - 4:59 a.m.

Backed up edition, types of addiction, swell, power, eye sight limited, spaces used, cold room, laughter and the hounds that we are after. Own path now, Brady McDeid, silence art gall speak. Rooms of right, rooms of wrong. Shouldn�t have talked about her desk in that way. Sale on bodies today and tomorrow only. Stars, planes, clouds, gravel road takeoffs and the sound of similarity. Not simple; found w/o a wimple. On the plane today an old friend gone his own way, far and digital, connected but probably not. The relaxation of an instrument called Dell. Making sense out of a system of codes in a common way, a common pursuit. Repression and heroin addiction connect the gaps between the image of eyes. �It�s not how you sense it, it�s just that you find a way to sense it,� said the bathroom attendant. I asked �does it matter chronologically, it�s just that the sense for it always seems to come or wants to come?� He replied with a smelly heavy nod. The guessing gauge is always calibrated incorrectly then we be the fool. The best part of waking up is foldgers in a cup. Cruelty is nicest when it�s up in your face, big and backstabbing. Cruelty, in what is present, I have learned to love, yet it�s the hidden forms that makes me search b/c I know it�s there. I just don�t know where to locate it exactly. �Weak elements can thrive in the group,� says the guide. Kilimanjaro takes climbers from the rainforest to the frozen tundra all within 40 miles. Are the brains of the Tanzanians who live there providing them with a slightly different experience here on the Earth? Are they a top seed in the NCAA? The zags were picked off early but then again a 16th seed has never really lost. Sticks break possibility. Sense is both achieved and made up. Possibly sensitivities are created, never deserved, expected, wanted and especially never desired. Deep bellowing cackle laughs and police hats or leather reclining chairs, cellular telephones, and things like first and last names.. Patterns of signification always emerge in ways that are hopeful but not perfectly interchangeable liken to artificial insemination and other types of information. The individual is for certain and must trust the peculiar body experience and not try to project but introspect even in the face of anomie or Anna Nicole Smith (though I�ve heard she�s lost wait, I don�t give a shit). Reality, the thing accepted as such, in more illuminating words, subjects that have come to be accepted as natural, the types of expressions that lean towards �that�s just the way it is,� frequently form borders. Borders are bad news but news is bad news, unless the speaker lives in Texas in which case, �let the slingin� and drinkin� begin. Cliches (the bulk of apprehension) often serve as the guilty purveyor of unconscious acceptance and work toward the naturalization of language particles (phonemes, morphemes) only if made available for dissection or discussion can they set free value/meaning structures. The content of the unfrozen is hopeful but the hopeful often acts like a good devastating/giving forest fire. Hunter S. said the Hells Angles spent many of their days trying to love the unlovable, or was that Bill Callahan of Smog fame? Starting to think candle making full time was not such a good idea, no market in it anyway. Wilted plants on desktops in the offices and pencils that are nowhere near the number 2. Reality (frozen river of meaning) is meted out early, starting in the kindergartens with buzz words like lead and successfully allows for people in positions of power (relative like the licensed grammar kings) to take advantage of youth/innocence/stupidity and enzymatically speeds up the circle. A baby comes into the world bald, illiterate and incontinent and leaves bald, mostly illiterate, most likely incontinent unless you are Colonel Sanders or Hugh Hefner and have the aid of Chicken, Tits and Viagra to help you over the hump, but the middle class and the middle aged are forgotten? (Present-Extremes) There�s a certain type of bath taken in anomie which maybe does individual harm but collectively can be seen (down the road?) as good. Anomie navigates to the extremes of every possible scenario. I wish not to elaborate on this gross generalization or make amends for a sudden sailor metaphor but want to let it dead end dead and harmless, to float forever at just that (point) where the alluring fog rolls in!

When people say I have not been feeling like myself lately, it becomes a strange expression b/c it suggests that there is a locus of the self that is non illusory. The past was for the most part non existence and matters very little, only insofar as it influences the present, otherwise it is useless. Sweet and easy direct key. Maybe the body can become too sensistive and the mind unable to handle the changes in altitude and pressure. Trailing off into non meaning, this is where I am headed. I want to head into outer space, where things are unknown and where everything floats and where there is no ground, no terra firma. Right now there are shirts in my room that do not belong to me but I must not go out of my way to return them. The holding of the tongue and the pride that follows. When my tongue recoils I feel guilty. Lending respectful Pass off the bad roles as acting. To be acted to well is to be unreal in many cases. Suits fit only the bodies that bought them at the time of the purchase but maybe we should leave the realm of purchasing power to the brain. Director that she is. I would like at times to be able to itch my eyes out. The sensitive destructive and the typewriter expression node. Each ever never became a cinder block, square shock and heaviness of the grin. The lightness of sin and stock acting or blamed remains. I have listened to it a thousand times and want to listen a thousand more. Cadence of a color or the degree the sun can reach in the summer. I need not to state the level of consistency achieved by a warren or a genital range. Please, please. Be my guest. I no longer want to work for customer service or be in the gray when the sun of her voice nears horizon ok.. Earth to the limited visitors and the ghosts are dialing 1800 collect and feeling pretty good in the process. The free standing birds are occasionally toasted and this doesn�t really matter. Doesn�t matter much anyway. Sealant is mostly just annoying. Protection is undeniable, in this day and age though. There are speakers to warn against the ills of achieving something ahead of schedule and secretly the speaker basks in the elation that preceded the crash but must never let the audience know, this is part of any reputable magicians act.

 

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