The switch in stones
stepping into such spaces
is air and the economy of cigarette butts
blue tomorrows carried in a brown paper bag
a left over acidity when a single shot darkened 70 years
we can't be sure but the devil stalks the moscow metro
there's something about the plan
then planned and executed with care for details
derails all other options when this too is uncontrollable
you might say go to the devil
and ask for a blessing to be had for success
this is neither feather nor down
publicly speaking
what if we set this town on fire
it's as much a birth right as it was wrong to be born
silenus ends silence
breeding myths and rivers
best to forget solutions and concentrate on the moment
the question is asking itself an answer
another way to break the surface of it all
and what exists excites and enters the skin to be remembered
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I was talking with Liv the other day, and I realized what's wrong with you.
You're obnoxiously way too interesting. Ya look like an ordinary dude ("No, you're Lebowski. I'm the dude!") and you've got this poetry english professor thing goin' on, and you can spin records, and you can hack email, and shoot pictures, and multilingual, world traveler, blah blah yackety smackety.
That's way too interesting. Just fuckin' stop it, mmmkay?
Huey that's the coolest insult anyone has ever given me disguised as a compliment and I'm totally thankful that it came from you... so "Git 'er dun!" Muskrats away!!!
hehehe
how's liv?
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