May 2013
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April 2013
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February 2013
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We went to the beach
You want to see the sea.
I can do that for a fee
I can spit into your soul,
build a boat,
find a hole.
Now your navel’s deep enough
Water’s steady
Are you ready
Start to row
Row row
I erode
I erode
I erode everything into tiny stones
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You want to catch a wave
Are you sure you’re ok.
I can sleep under the shore
Become lifeless
become yours.
Now my...
December 2012
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November 2012
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Everybody needs good
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Btw when I...
October 2012
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nrth qld
little boxes of green and yellow
and checkout girls with two syllable names with black hair dipped into buckets of red ink
and other girls who traded oxygen for spray paint fumes with the only thing keeping their bones and flesh stuck together was the gooey chemicals that slowly killed them. and families with too many children. widows whose pets had all died who had walked that road before there...
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I will not voice my concerns (written ad infinitum...
September 2012
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tinay
July 2012
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Anonymous asked: i don't think i could.
June 2012
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you lived on graves st, but i’ve yet to...
May 2012
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do not reply
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April 2012
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for the (very (very (very (very (few))))) people who actually read the stuff that used to be up here… just letting you know I’ve taken it down because I sent some of it to be… published(???) perhaps. So we’ll see what happens.
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I read this at Penguin Plays Rough last year
Living out of backpacks, suitcases, rucksacks. Sleeping on park benches, and in between the cracks of the pavement. Overhead you can hear the screams and the cheers the schooners full of beer dripping in between the cracks. Greasing up the train wheels then leaving them to rust, seeping through the asphalt and turning rain to dust. Discordance and anomie. A forced slow dance with the enemy. Stand...
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“If we had been
man and woman we’d have been
already free
I cruise on...”
– from on top of the bookcase - Lee Cataldi
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hee hee hee
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This whole thing feels like a balancing act, or maybe an act balancing, between vaudeville and macabre, and I think sooner or later I’ll start caring that no one is seated in the stands watching my detestable one man show. My final feat will be splitting myself in two before an empty audience, and no one will remember.
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Things I hope nobody reads
Recently I am finding it difficult to understand longing [[MORE]]and where it stems from. I find it impossible to distinguish whether it is out of love, lust, or loneliness, (or none of these things (or all of them)) that I think these thoughts, speak those words, attempt without (conscious) intent, eye this or that portion of cloth with a tacit, maybe at times even fervent, understanding of the...
March 2012
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As I pass a convenience store a short, stout woman walks up to me and says through teeth that look like they’ve been dipped in vegemite and then left to dry in the sun, “could you buy me a coke.”
February 2012
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January 2012
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I think tonight I tried to destroy 7 lives in the most roundabout way possible. I don’t know if it worked.
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Excerpt from early draft version of Lolita
wherein fascination with prepubescent girls is instead a affinity for scat and poop-related things, from prepubescent girls :
Oh, my Lolita, I have only turds to play with!
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On the plane I thought about
If I faked my death by jumping out of the plane
And I had the ability to change my appearance at whim
I would come to all of you as an elderly, pleasant old man in a suit
maybe a white guy
Or specifically italian
And I would say I represented matthew carroll
And that in the event of his death everyone would receive a substantial portion
Of his vast fortune,...
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SHRUGS: I want this moment in its entirety. I want... →
shurgs:
I want this moment in its entirety. I want this moment to condense into a shower of liquid which I can then absorb into the pores of my skin and even deeper than that so that it soaks into the marrow of my bones. I want this moment to be plastered over the bedroom walls of every angst-ridden teenager in place of genre-appropriate bands and ephemera. I want this moment to be processed...
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A warning for those who are too impatient to spend time waiting for eyes to adjust.
In the dark, when you open your eyes there’s not much to see at first. Wait, and soon enough but not soon enough, you can make out edges of edges of walls catching the light. Your eyes will continue to adjust to the darkness and soon those edges will become lines that form shapes. Those shapes could be...
December 2011
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cashcrab:
I had my race set as “Pacific Islander” on my myspace. There were too many white kids who put “Black / African descent”, that was the easy route. Even though the ironic ethnicity game was mad competitive I stayed on my level. Shout out to Hawaii, Tahiti, etc
