August 2012
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Mash-Up Poem
CIA discovers evidence that Taliban plot explicit sex throughout Afghanistan, determine to propel China into open romance, wounding ex-husband.
Two Plot Summaries mashed up
‘The Ghost War” By Alex Berenson & ‘Indelible’ by Karin Slaughter
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High Fructose Christ see rupt/ in belly of the whale
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Post Lunch Break Poem 8/31/12
the electronic ad stares me in the face, 2,500 dollar Hearse, Low mileage, good gas/ runs good, perfect for Halloween.
I’ve always wanted a Hearse, painted in bright swirling 1960’s psychedelic colors.
just picture that beast coming down the highway.
everyone will know, I mean business.
but to the cops, a target, and I am
not ready to quit drinking or smoking
anytime soon,
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Song Idea # ?
bottle neck guitar slides easily down the throat, I’m moaning but you say baby I just got to go, lasting impressions I fail to recognize, for fear of blushing at all the wrong times,
there’s a letter from my mama but all the words are missing, don’t think i can tell her that I think the trashman is listening, where’d all the trees go? I’m pretty sure this used to be...
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a phlegm affair/ in rivets/ satin glee
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conversinginmetaphors replied to your post: ]]> conversinginmetaphors replied to your post:…
Very interesting and funny, you’ll be quite surprised with what some women can conceal in their person by that I mean vagina
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delicate-genius replied to your post: ]]> conversinginmetaphors replied to your post:…
mary roach is the shit fyi~
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trixclibrarian...
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why, out of all musical items for sale on CL, there is almost no harmonicas and harmonica holders? Is everyone afraid the herp in key of E? I really don’t want to spend 40 bucks per harmonica for a good E, A, and maybe Bb. Maybe I should spend my night writing ‘Ain’t got no Harmonica Blues’
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symbiotic cheese wheel/ fair but damned/ yells utopia
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conversinginmetaphors replied to your post: Post Lunch Break Poem 8/30/12
I often eat on the run then read on my actual lunch break, currently Spook- science tackles the afterlifeby Mary Roach
that is a great idea. I was a big kick of sitting in my works break room and slowly eating my allotment of one PB&J while reading, but for some reason the last week or more I have been too...
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Post Lunch Break Poem 8/30/12
book cracked open again, far too long since eyes grazed the paper meadow of blooming words,
late nights and earlier mornings, make for poor comprehending mind,
every chapter counts, little by little, till last cover goal line is reached,
then make trade with bookshelf, a new dawn rising over a new paper meadow blooming, grazing consumption of eyes to mind,
repeat.
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Winter is A Pocket In a Jar Crowded With Lonely...
dance with out your slippers and go to bed with out your memory, a Heavens sake in a jar of bees,
Cuddle the lion in dementia hyper forgiveness, burn out the smith and corona typer guardian, these plants make for friendly company,
a pocket lost in the sewer drain, forever blessing crowded subway trains, make a mark on your head so everyone will know where to spit,
your a lonely dessert fog, I...
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New Goal or an expansion on old goals revived with...
10 songs max.
band name: Peter Pan & The Misanthropic Trust Fund Babies
no longer than 35 mins in length, no more than 41.
loud distorted mayhem.
Some song names:
Mother-Nature Death Machine
Here’s to You Mr. Atom Bomb (Our Saving Grace)
Burn Down the Neo-Disco or Neo-Disco Bonfire of Failed Vanities?
30 Year Flesh Prison
More to COme…….
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for once a product/ disobedience of
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An Untitled Glimpse #14
in case of wind, pull back the eye lids and march to the beat of tetherball junkie drummer, he knows what distorts and perverts the enclaves of vaudeville puppets, those suits are far removed from the truth.
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“I wish I was Jewish so I could have hair like his” said Hitler after getting high for the first time and looking at the record cover of Bob Dylan’s “Blonde on Blonde”, his foot tapping out of rhythm to the 1960’s classic album.
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A Flock Of Turtles Open My Eyes While I shit
Finally took a shit, and the gates of hell opened, releasing a flock of turtles, penis eyes rigid with excitement, “Chocolate Milk is Good for the sidewalks”, a phrase said in unison, I wanted to wipe but the trashcan was out of hammers, “Take us to your moon goddess of burger wrappers”, the turtles teeth stained opaque, grotesque legs slithered out of cardboard shells,...
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trixclibrarian replied to your post: Competition
thus inventing the newest campaign slogan: vote for lil’ rabbit fufu ~ why don’t you
just as long as the rabbit keeps its hands(paws?) of my vigana.
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A Short Stupid Story To Read When You're Bored
a moth fell in love with a butterfly only to be outwitted by a shark. Leaving the late night lights widowed and lonely. To think thought the butterfly, I almost gave birth to a microcosm of jelly beans. I’m so glad I have contacts. The shark felt nothing but pain as he waited for the butterflies friend request. Day after day he rode the city buses, staring at his Iphone, but it never came....
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Competition
As you read this, there are Donkeys and Elephants fighting it out to see which side can ruin the world and be crowned, King of the Goons.
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Water Bottle Lie
poor tired water bottle, worshipping the glass, sleep will do the trick, but the clock is all wrong, and our magic hour lacks tact.
mercy is a two step dance for one legged fuckers who can’t decide on an age.
nine eggs can’t control a mirror, government fried tastes refined, a privilege taking Q’s from a mint leaf burning sage advice over Lower Manhattan, please be seated, no...
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A Title Is This
When you wake feeling of shit the last thing you want to see is a message in your inbox, reading Free Matchbox Twenty album.
The world can be so cruel.
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trixclibrarian replied to your post: Shit and It is Only Tuesday
water resistant tissues is downright revolutionary, not to mention, these last 3 killer stanzas
A winking smiley face Thank You!
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Shit and It is Only Tuesday
It was a drooling affair, full of holy sock incumbants and water resistant tissues,
a total waste of M&M’s, not one scandal accounted for,
and here we were, smug as an amputees juniper bush,
if I wanted to watch trolley cars exit the bee-hives I could have just stood still in the vagina of a hippie,
and it wasn’t just us two who were fidgety and purple, it was the whole of the...
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dimasmoonbeams replied to your post: ]]> dimasmoonbeams replied to your post: Barcode…
849375657474193082498775645! & 9374384754895648206!!! LOL!!! 78935839478365; whoops, didn’t mean to curse… 847583478!
2244125,51963TX1Am2191275,1262736,1316197,1238914,!!
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mademoisellechapeau replied to your post: Barcode Poetry
It was stupid to go and google those ones, yes? Tried it nevertheless.But that proofs that I’m also unworthy of your creativity.
creativity? ha, I wish, random act or rather random mistake produced this one. but thank you, you are too kind,. ;)
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dimasmoonbeams replied to your post: Barcode Poetry
Oh my goodness… I’m not worthy; I’m not worthy….
who knew a random fuck up at work could create such magnificent writing. I think I might give up with words and use random bar-codes scanned in while in this text box.
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trixclibrarian replied to your post: Invisible Decency Stiffens Puddles Bad Omen
this hurts. well. it hurts well. ouch & thanks, too.
hurts? You know I never mean to hurt. but you’re welcome;)
Barcode Poetry
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1709610 1211977
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Lean Time Blues
Dropped out of college ‘cause I didn’t see the point now I am trying to scrounge up every last little coin, Thought I had a plan thought my luck was bona fide turns out everyone was right and you gotta hustle for a ride
I wound up lost a long a path without the ability to trust myself wanted to write a novel only to put a bottle on the bookshelf everything I did lead me to paint...
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Invisible Decency Stiffens Puddles Bad Omen
compose sniper shots, still wet with lead paint,
point out the direction of your justifications, humming with exhausts perfume,
drag out all things you find as previous and void, leave it for the young puddles to hungrily man-handle,
a worm sick with decency, a home etched invisible by years,
is this not your tongue? that stiffens with each step of illumination?
cancel the phone’s...
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Untitled Glimpse #13
I own no stocks nor gold, but my dreams are still vibrant and colorful like a childs.
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Night In
we bought a sandbox burial for wild locusts night gowns, twelve candles peeled and chopped,
one must evaporate with care in the hollow billiard table, if not then who knows how the dog will itch the sentinels,
of course we can not forget the glowing bricks to build milking castles, an order straight from the ear to the ground floor,
the super market turnpike hectic with hair, wrong turns make...
studying bob dylan chords online while waiting to get the hell home.
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Thank God
don’t tell the foxes that you want to second guess, maybe when the lights go out you can have a rest, the preachers say life is a test, but oh what a mess, and to think the teachers mumbled something about the best,
thank god I didn’t hear thank god I didn’t hear thank god I didn’t hear
where are you headin’ my dear do you got the time? to listen to the car horns...
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“you’re so positively fractal”, he said to the attractive woman at the bar on the night he went to bed alone, yet again.
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delicate-genius replied to your post: With Chin Up and Scarecrow Change
is this a song yet? it should be a song.
not yet. wrote it this morning but I wrote it with song in mind. if I was only as cool as a certain co-worker who gets to sit in his office playing guitar all day.
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florescent hemlock/ underselling cerebral menopause
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With Chin Up and Scarecrow Change
burning my days down to the finger tips, dragging my feet in the beach whaled sand, whistling a refuge in city of foreclosures, trying to find my path to make my last stand,
Oh mama you never said this life could be this hard, Oh father you never told me everyday is sink or swim, mistakes are made and I’ll just have to learn again and again, until I find a home to lay my head.
luxuries of...
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turncoats mouthful pitfalls/ solid frost
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side order racism/ commands 7th channel/ Fox
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Real Life Plot Twist
in which my rent for August shows up after three weeks of being lost in the mail and the management company reverses all late fees because it was postmarked August 1st, which means no more worrying that a 72 hours eviction notice will be waiting for my grilfriend and I when we get home.
A DRUNKEN CELEBRATION WILL BE HAD!
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dung heap jitter bug relapsing in fortune/ a fiery fate
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A Fool In The Grass
another sick day for the records, licking hungover party-time wounds, noodling on acoustic guitar while netflix marathon carries on, how many episodes does it take before a person can feel normal?
too high, laying like a fool in the grass, the fence and street lights paint such a moving picture, a great conversationalist I am not.
why do I do it? knowing that my mind drifts out to psychedelic...
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I Wonder
I wonder if my reflection is a joke, with no punch line,
I wonder when I dream if I could belong anywhere
I wonder what a good woman is doing with a man whose afraid of the day
I wonder if my dog knows life is just a sham
I wonder when I’ll see your name again
I wonder what a good woman is doing with a man who questions his hands
I wonder if my feet are too strong to run
I wonder when our lips...
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radio suffering/ an arbitrary dial/ the FM
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Balance Multiple Galaxies Under Owl Hoots
under duress of hydrating fountain pens? ask not the if’s what’s or hoots.
a multiple choice of thumb and forefinger. gorging on below normal temperatures. calm palaces rocking in the sun sets. when verged to artistic mediums.
See? shows move to tears in owl night. like the holograms benefactors wished all good figments to be.
If you don’t understand, then try balancing...
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trixclibrarian replied to your post: Hour Cleaning What Is Not Acutally Mine.
cleaned for year of crud and cobwebs from my garage this summer. spent 10 hours *coated* in dust and felt the same way 8} sorta kinda
sounds way worse than my keyboard, no cobwebs on my end, but plenty of dust, hair and crumbs.
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Post Lunch Break Poem 8/21/2012
a bed, a lover, another time,
