sitting here very carefully poised in the birth of a new writing session, Kalika then jumps down to look at my arm and sniff my arm—I sneeze—and then wonder if my sneezing at this moment is congruent to immediate triggered allergies, or just a coincidence. sitting here in the sleepy calm quiet of Sunday night…… Continue reading Untitled
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Notsuoh in New York (video)
And so the first video comes in. Just one aspect. My friends, the narrators, appear to be high.
Houston Invades New York
Here are Jim’s recent journal entries, by which you will soon understand in the course of reading these letters it becomes apparent that he just does not give a fuck—and so, well, Jim will probably not give a fuck by me reposting them here: Houston Invades New York I am back from new york….the highlights…… Continue reading Houston Invades New York
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they used to call me slammy now I’m known to be shouty I smile over this and drink tea we recognize you as that guy… recognized encoded to memory according to what action you perform it is performance art after all, right? I smile like a fuse ignites comes natural I know what I like…… Continue reading Untitled
Notsuoh flotsam
today’s up and down relationship with writing… we’re apart spending that time draining out the sludge then to get back to a fluency again will be… a macho ambient overwhelming flow to balance out these list away fuck it assume the associate free high as… you know the drum kit lackluster attitude for seven dollars…… Continue reading Notsuoh flotsam
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the managers are hippos the managers take slow walks to roll up their car windows and it’s a casual stroll on back and somehow they don’t see me seething the work piles up they let it go we’re down people phones ring off the hook the mangers are hippos they issue SOPs for the fuck…… Continue reading Untitled
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Someone posts a thread: ” I assign the topic to which you post a one hundred word essay,” and it startles huge participation. So many little ways to help a time challenged writer reactivate the excitement of his craft.
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the cobblestone road quakes on the ride back and sets off another round of drunken laughter in me there may be a stray car not caught by the late slippery careless eye jumping out like a fawn crushing what’s left of life putting end to the idea of making any official last goodbyes
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The Indian woman at the gas station is increasingly interested in asking me morning questions. Today she acts surprised I know something about Nag Champa incense. I have used them for a decade and a half, which ignites curiousity regarding my actual age. I am a thirty-five year old vegetarian. What is my preferred tofu?…… Continue reading Untitled
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trust issues we’ve got those movies we’ve got those cadalacs we’ve got em
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