| 9/30/2006
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Breakfast at Elmer's NOT a culinary treat stomach rot ensues |
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| 9/29/2006
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I dreamt I killed a man, he had nothing and yet I felt no remorse |
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so sleepy I got mixed up and posted to the wrong blogger account |
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| 9/28/2006
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super models eat piles of fresh fruit every day, predigested food |
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| 9/27/2006
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there is a dog, snout deep in a garbage can snarling with hunger |
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| 9/26/2006
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as a child I was told someday we would have a lady president |
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| 9/25/2006
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the fruit is not ripe and yet you eat it because there is nothing else |
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| 9/24/2006
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thirteen year old boys will always hock loogies and curse each other out |
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| 9/23/2006
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discussing friendship he is madly in love and she is unaware |
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| 9/22/2006
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Another Haiku about early morning blues does not change duties |
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| 9/21/2006
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it's bath time again some day, kid, you will shower, like me, once a day |
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| 9/20/2006
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slit throat, pooled blood spilt smooth a silk newscaster says and in other news |
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| 9/19/2006
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you bang your shield and tell her you're a man because otherwise she laughs |
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| 9/18/2006
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Interminably Laboring over detail All is a weakness |
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| 9/17/2006
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Angry, Demanding a Himalayan cat sits tail swishing, waiting |
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| 9/16/2006
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space, time, dreams, your heart the physical world sometimes breaks deep within you |
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| 9/15/2006
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dark morning's unrest blankets warm and soft on chest winter is the best |
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| 9/14/2006
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to mask the face is to unmask the mind and free the soul inside |
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| 9/13/2006
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Sleep in to catch dreams Fly, join hands, be frivolous Time will elongate |
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| 9/12/2006
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another day for speeding time, whipping past like falling from a cliff |
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| 9/11/2006
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long conversation a lamp I can not turn on dreams are polluted |
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| 9/09/2006
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early morning sun banks over the grey rooftops casting golden glow |
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| 9/08/2006
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aren't barnacles on cooked crab legs indication that that crab is bad?
or am I a snob sticking my nose up at crab with barnacle bumps? |
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| 9/07/2006
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dog, snout in the trash, looks up, desperate, sad eyes, hopes I won't turn him in |
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| 9/06/2006
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the great depression returning to work after two weeks vacation |
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| 9/05/2006
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Word count doubled without me noticing it cheers to your power |
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| 9/04/2006
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exactly perfect the way it should always be writing every day |
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| 9/03/2006
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understandable you want a new red porsche why not sell the cow |
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| 9/02/2006
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three day novel goes like a flash in the night sky I will keep wishing |
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| 9/01/2006
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The day of the show everyone's expectations real performance art |
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"...I am an artist who does not want to restore/If I have some fragment which is lovely to view from one side/I know to turn that side to the wall, like a jealous man/He who actually sees, sees only what he is without/knows, that however he asks the model to alter her pose/he'll paint only what is missing, perhaps a light that is gone/Displeased he lays the picture on the heap, begins another/The picture decays, if he paints over he'll see a void..."
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