Month: February 2011
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On the plane
I’m extra thin. I feel air on my skin, but I’m fully clothed. I feel netted. Cut it and I’d spill out all over the floor. I don’t even have ribs. My heart’s not under there. It’s like sandpaper under the skin. But maybe softer. If you said your toe hurt, my heart would feel…
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more soon
I have more photos of sunshine and LA and Jellies. Being in front of the computer for half the day is making me tired again. The drug doesn’t last long.
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The happy artist?
It’s my first day back at work today. And usually the first day is OK. I’ve carried over a calm that I always hope will last, but as the weeks go on something usually starts building and a big fat invisible elephant likes to sit on my chest and get in the way. I had…
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Against the waves
A few nights ago I had a dream I was back at the river. I was on a mission from work and I had to get to my camera which was back with our rafts in the middle of no where without any way in or out. Except by water. I trudged upstream, against the…
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It's happening
Pat and I were just watching Jeopardy…it’s happening… computers are going to take over the world and it’s going to be our fault. Not so good with the decades though, Watson. Not so good on the decades. But man, the Beetles! He had them DOWN. *Lady Madonna!*
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Excerpt from Inferno – Eileen Myles
“Over the years I discovered it was always good to go. I have a hard time knowing what to do. About leaving. I’d feel I was ready and yet I was too embarrassed to draw attention to myself by saying goodbye so I’d wait, or leave with Tom, or someone. Sometimes I’d just escape, not…
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A roscoe's breakfast to start the day
Last night: comics and comics. A small comedy club in the back of a comics store. Free miller light and Mgd in a can but you’re supposed to tip a dollar. A food truck out front selling sushi burritos the size of my arm. This morning: fried chicken and waffles at roscoes
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75 and Sunny
It’s 75 degrees today. Hot almost. Maybe hotter walking down the street with my brother. Me wearing black pants and my poet boots and a newly used jacket I bought yesterday at Buffalo Exchange in Belmont Shore. We got a late lunch of real tacos. Tacos I haven’t eaten in years. Not Tex-mex or Eastern…
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not the person you think
Every time things get hard I think you’ll realize your life is easier, better without me.