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May 02, 2005
notes from an evening well spent (2000)
Where to start?
In no particular order
at all
Everything that is wrong,
Women
Everything that is right,
Women
Be the writing?
Or be as good as the writing?
Indecideness.com-munism is acid reality
the answer: see what happened to Donald
Grant me the rewards that are equal to the risks I am willing to take.
The director sees the structure of the ideas.
The writer, the consequences of them
Reaching into the darkness and finding a pen, which is the only light I need
A written thing cannot live this life, but the mind that wrote it can.
The answers life provides are not worthy of my questions
A seething, rancid trail of fog
Produces nouns, verbs and bitter displays of mistrust,
showering me in brunettes.
Trails of fabricated tears,
eat through the truth like acid
These are lies, lost without their women
Seconds split apart like atoms
Making more than 60 moments in one minute
One hundred minutes in an hourly wage
500 hours in an atomic day
Days, that pull you apart, or in opposite directions,
slowly; as the mind falls away from the facing
and you realize that the clock has soft and hard lines,
that dilate according to the position of the sun,
splintering concrete into windows that revel
a switch to flood the corners,
with alkaline and brilliance
Darkness branches into ceramics rings,
places where truth lurks undetected.
Forgotten, like the sons of our fathers
Men who were left blind from a bright shining lie
bubbles.com
misty, melinda, breanne, sabrina, sandy.
marisa, tammy, missy, justine, cindy.
such sweet distractions
a reunion,
or fixed ruination
or a place for an arrival
like the greyhound station.
a stuttering arrogance,
that flutters when spoken to
sharp words feel violated
like my barrier when broken through
My friend,
If you are still here when I am gone,
then hang all of this on the wall,
as a memorial
and a testament.
accept all of this as an apology
for the question that I answered for us both,
so that one of us could finally live
vampire.com
take the acid
so that you can uncover the Secret Cocaine Vampires network
they suck from you
and they suck from you
until youve sucked it all dry
and there is nothing left of either of you
figure it out tomorrow
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Good-night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good-night till it be morrow
re: page 902
living today in TommorowLand,
instead of living TomorrowLand today
We’ll get back to this shortly
treating life as if it were an endless weekend
assuming that Monday will never arrive.
we’ll just figure it out tomorrow
TommorrowLand.com
The light at the end of the tunnel that keeps going out
Is it I?
In McStyles we trusted
As alone in my thoughts
as I am in my life
so many thoughts
tonight
As alone in my thoughts
as I am in my life
so little to bring to light
tonight
The feeling of being complete lies somewhere in the middle
an empty handed riddle
She is here, ever present
fumbling for a key
that would unlock my mind.
Or so I imagine.
my christmas tree;
some lights shining brighter than others
singular in their splendor
undiminished in their form
Waiting for my presents,
or my presence,
to arrive.
Writing as desperate as the ink that captures it
Never change this to make it more legible!
For then you could read this as it is truly written
So imperfect in design,
that is perfect by default
Experimenting on my life, not in it
This is how you get results.
But at what price?
sacrificing poems
since I cannot find sleep
I leave them scattered all about,
mound upon heap
all this due to retina damage
You may be done with the past,
but the past is never done with you
without myself there would be nobody
If only the delivery sent,
were as pure as the intentions meant
Do the cocaine off the area which surrounds,
but not quite encompasses, perfection:
the navel
Or, the crease where desire meets fire
Which is why we always end up eating out
Because sometimes the drugs win
How much harm can you do to yourself,
before it shows up on your resume?
Greetings From FantasyLand
FantasyLand brings that insane giggle that I crave
and ideas of which I have all to myself
Better to live in FantasyLand.
but you cannot stay there.
Instead, make FantasyLand into TommorowLand
and start living in TommorowLand today
Why does it take losing the tongue
for you people to realize there was a voice of reason that spoke to you?
Now you are left with only the words
but not the voice whose passion was necessary
to find understanding in what was being said
In a delusional state of clarity
Which lies somewhere in all of this indecision,
Is the key to the fabric of our existence
Which I have found to be:
a boy
writes a poem
for a girl
if the mind could distance itself from these thoughts,
then perhaps insanity would be enough
signing off now
U.S.S.com
or
One Souls Attempt To Rise Above Zero
and wade amongst beauty
until it's efforts are finally
not enough
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 01:16 PM