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All the Nails to Build a Full House or Inject into One Arm Junky:
Everytime I hear Burroughs i want to puke into a Youtube bucket while he takes me to the far ends of starry disgust or the Sundowner bathroom stalls of Boulder, CO that vibrate everytime you or my mom calls. The Portable Cinema is open 38 hours a day capturing punctuation that glitters and glows in a light box. Hear me shake it. Rearranged the apartment into what I am hoping will work to inspire focus, fearlessnes, and love. The sun stayed out of Buffalo's way today. I am on a mission to find a new ink cartridge for the printer so I can not see the difference between page and screen. Portland, Oregon sounds like a very uninteresting poem-- conceptually of course. I can imagine language tasting very much like organic oatmeal cookies over there with in a pair orange crocs pushed and shoved to repeat in some eco-pantoum contracting and expanding between harmonica bars. To prance around a blue flannel from Target with q-tips for wands is all I can think of doing on a Sunday filled Pandora channels and burnt vanilla sugar cookies. To kick up thumbs and avoid textmessaging for a while sounds like a good plan for the next few twittering years so as not to fall into the neutral boobie traps of texts oft mistaken for paranoid intonations when really its just someone on the other end of emptiness pushing buttons in the general mediated hoax of the 21st century. Should we get used to it? The distance and non-spatial communication adding greater sensitivity to the spaces where language sends and falls? One can only wonder what will happen when the earth enters Aquarius in 2011-- will we ever be able to text our human emotions and errors straight to any of the samsaric realms. Will we be able to text our dead loved ones "miss you" or "fuck you for not clearing up your debt, asshole." Ah, such is the planet we inhabit and god, I must say, i love it.
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