3 pennies and a ball of lint.
1 Lime Green post it.
1 washed reciept from blockbuster for the movie Bladerunner.
.5 a Dentine Ice
1 Gremlin
1 folded Fat Tire label
2 folded fliers to a "Jam with Jesus" event
1 1/4" headphone adapter
1 lighter
August 30, 2006
August 29, 2006
Au Lac (Fountain Valley)
It was extraordinary....a vegetarian restaurant with outdated menus, coy and calculating waitresses with their professional facial expressions...it is "Au Lac". A woman with a strawberry head piece...over the top and under the spell. Raw food, raw personality.
There were monks, one by one. Vows of silence, yet, the stillness is deafening.
There were monks, one by one. Vows of silence, yet, the stillness is deafening.
Beady-eyed black olives
I both feel and reek the aroma of a quarter arcade deep in Nevada or some other...it's strange...and i don't even believe in the word. Fluke? No no sir.
So many articles have come to publish, ones of adventure and exploration. But whatever...yesterday's news is today's tumble weed, kicked up by nostalgic pedestrians like autumn leaves.
It's repulsive, it's demanding to step backwards on the staircase. You see, people milling about, you see confusion, humans one foot to the next, sitting and slouching, magnets pulling them everywhere and nowhere on the same second and I begin to wonder if someone has written about this this this and me and you.
Strangers chasing their shadows under the harvest moon.
Streetlamps and rooftops. Hello nice to meet you!
Today, the hours of perceived consciousness...uhh...an imagination that me's been wondering where it's taken it's vacation...contractions amuck! The imagination...how grand, when in fact here before his eyes it's been with him, because he is a faint pigment and pixelated into 8 bit abstractions? His imagination is still here and there. He pretends to be something every day and that prints the receipt of imagination.
Alas, a stench from the litter box! Jostle my senses.
So many articles have come to publish, ones of adventure and exploration. But whatever...yesterday's news is today's tumble weed, kicked up by nostalgic pedestrians like autumn leaves.
It's repulsive, it's demanding to step backwards on the staircase. You see, people milling about, you see confusion, humans one foot to the next, sitting and slouching, magnets pulling them everywhere and nowhere on the same second and I begin to wonder if someone has written about this this this and me and you.
Strangers chasing their shadows under the harvest moon.
Streetlamps and rooftops. Hello nice to meet you!
Today, the hours of perceived consciousness...uhh...an imagination that me's been wondering where it's taken it's vacation...contractions amuck! The imagination...how grand, when in fact here before his eyes it's been with him, because he is a faint pigment and pixelated into 8 bit abstractions? His imagination is still here and there. He pretends to be something every day and that prints the receipt of imagination.
Alas, a stench from the litter box! Jostle my senses.
August 16, 2006
Drawing Restraint
Out the chicken coop, rocket pack abreast,
Petroleum Jelly fixtures for the interest I invest.
Poison Berry bush man, the roots he will caress,
A shell-covered ghost, now it shall undress.
Petroleum Jelly fixtures for the interest I invest.
Poison Berry bush man, the roots he will caress,
A shell-covered ghost, now it shall undress.
We have kept the northern bridge
It is still,
and the daylight reincarnates.
They have been overthrown,
a restless virus,
The smoke fall listless and timber,
Not a peep from any fucking fleas.
Gotcha you bastards.!
and the daylight reincarnates.
They have been overthrown,
a restless virus,
The smoke fall listless and timber,
Not a peep from any fucking fleas.
Gotcha you bastards.!
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