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HEADlines - I dare ya...: lou dallas - Parque de Haeger cerca de la ensambladura del vaquero : lou dallas - I rode the river into Lisbon.: lenny bellows - 0o-o0: lou dallas - ciguatera : lou dallas - BoObz: lou dallas - The Military Taught this to Me: Lance - Ben Affleck and the Chirping Gerbils!: lenny bellows - What Was Martin Sheen Thinking?: lenny bellows - Haeger Park near Cowboy Junction: lenny bellows - How You Nice Sir?: lenny bellows - Mo' Bumcha: lou dallas - One Stolen Kiss, One Lasting Love: lenny bellows - What really matters...: Lance - Good Sunday: Lance |
6.15.2002
I dare ya... Parque de Haeger cerca de la ensambladura del vaquero De hecho los amigos, se parece que el musgo creciente en un clima mojado no sabe ningún límite.
Cambia de puesto y se adapta a las competencias celulares inherentes en la biología del paisaje. Usted conoce el lugar. Probablemente 100 pies cuadrados de hierba, pero en un círculo. Rodee cerca árboles altos y arbustos, flores, y juegos vibrant del caracol. Hay dos bancos situados a través de uno a, centrado en una línea de división perfecta del diámetro, r2. Menos el infinito toma para realizar que usted se está sentando en uno de bancos, mirando fijamente atento una ardilla inmóvil a través del césped de usted. Es un esqueleto congelado, es vasos sanguíneos filtrados que eliminan los huesos del cuerpo, lucha para tener sentido de mí. Noto los ojos de la ardilla. Brillante, generalmente receptor de papel guardado y enfocado. Negro y lleno de divinity. NO CENTELLEO. Los ojos son fijos en el cono de la nieve del arco iris en una de mis manos. En el otro Sostengo un rectángulo barato, viejo del mini-auge con uno de los dos cassettes. Una cara está girando en el movimiento. Los sonidos oscuros, decrépitos vienen de los altavoces twitchy. " hierba y alto verdes Las mareas " por proscriben. La ardilla. Sonríe y huele en una raíz. Meditate I sin notar. Entonces fumo un tazón de fuente y una mueca en la cola espesa que menea. tiempo lenny del bramido: 19:56 I rode the river into Lisbon. Nós devemos matar os infidels mexicanos!
The matchup: Beasly vs. Blanco --- which one will score the winning goal? Mi extremo está sangrando para América.
6.14.2002
La sua bocca, il mio rubinetto.
0o-o0
ciguatera the barracuda is curious,
eating toxic silver things now, ghosting it at the shallow maze, pine loaders on shore not in the know of jagged edges and blood. 6.13.2002
BoObz Lance Diesel, your God is lamb poonie.
Kurt Wall, your God is candles in nun. Lenny Dank, your God is Ben Hurt. Lou, you are your own God in your own mine. I love ewe. The Military Taught this to Me What to do to die today
at a minute or two to two a think distinctly hard to say yet harder still to do for they'll beat a tattoo at twenty to two a rat tat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat tat-tat-too and the monkey will come when he hears the drum and then this drill will be through. [note: must be read outloud, over-enunciated, over and over ad nauseum] 6.12.2002
a remnant of the olde tymes...
bacardi 151 and re-runs of Alpha Foxtrot... lou knows the score... jane's addiction...live...sympathy for the devil... enough darvocet to make work seem fun... a bit of NyQil thrown in for good measure... seeing things in the ceiling i had only dreamt of previously... hot cuban nights with lou the devil... dancing in dark, roaming through the park and... reminiscing... Ben Affleck and the Chirping Gerbils! 
Done up and without the pasty peach Gwyneth- lots of Mc's apple pies after midnight. A young suffering Jack Ryan persona slipping into the reggae/conservative/liberal triangle of indulgence and warm, friendly Orange County nights. See the atomic bonding sparkle of the sunset over salt water and an abundance of life that make the dogs bark at midnight. You should feel the Huntington shivers or the base Barumph! of the Laguna Hills. It is there that the Mad Butterfly Colony Passes Judgement from the ease and negative solution preponderance of wealth, future penance, past loves and lives. The jingle of pretty watches against crystal glasses reverberates in the box canyons, throwing off the aim of glider pilots and sea urchins. Ahoy Ben! Ahoy. Pick us up at 8 AM! 6.11.2002
What Was Martin Sheen Thinking? Kissing Janet Reno?
Evidence that reality can be much funnier than Diedre's fantasies. It makes me laugh. Giggle. Haeger Park near Cowboy Junction Indeed Friends, it seems that growing moss in a wet climate knows no bounds.
It shifts and adapts itself to cellular contests inherent in the biology of the scenery. You know the place. Probably 100 square feet of grass, but in a circle. Surround by tall trees and vibrant bushes, flowers, and snail games. There are two benches situated across from each other, centered on a perfect diameter division line, r2. Minus the infinity it takes to realize that you are sitting on one of the benches, staring intently at a motionless squirrel across the lawn from you. It is a frozen skeleton, it's strained blood vessels pushing out the bones of the body, struggling to make sense of me. I notice the squirrel's eyes. Shiny, generally well kept and focused. Black and full of divinity. IT DOES NOT BLINK. The eyes are fixed on the rainbow snow cone in one of my hands. In the other I hold a cheap, old mini-boom box with one of the two cassettes. One side is whirling in motion. Dark, decrepit sounds come from the twitchy speakers. "Green Grass and High Tides" by the Outlaws. The squirrel. IT smiles and sniffs at a root. I meditate without noticing. Then I smoke a bowl and grin at the bushy tail wiggling. How You Nice Sir? 
BioHealth Girl of the Week!!!! "We gave her fifty dollars and a pat on the butt." - Bi Timm%&^ "Funny, you never know when your bladder is going to burst." - Br Timm%&^ Mo' Bumcha Geez, sittin' here at the ol' lab in Santa Monica,
dem purty moms carrying dey kiddies to da pediatrichin' upstairs. I dun seen some fruity buckskins up under there and brick walls back it all, blue sky atop the mass - lab techs walking behind me now wondering what that tall guy from BioHealth is typing, now the Oriental thong-clad thing smiling again cuz my shirt "it is nice, white shirt" and the beat goes bang! BANG!"We dippin' through the West." 6.10.2002
One Stolen Kiss, One Lasting Love 
"Gee, Janet, you are a really great kisser. Sloppy, too. I like that." 
Circa 1997 What really matters... Futbol Mundial - Oooh.
Siempre America - Aaaah. but I'll feel better once France is lost... her government overthrown, her culture defamed and forgotten, her people... los desarecidos. Good Sunday An unexpected phone call.
Not mom, no, in chemical delerium - no. No not the te-le-mar-ke-teer, looking to sit on my chest, grinning - no. An unexpected call, from an old, old friend, (warmsundayevening bythebay watchingwater knowingme implicitly) An old friend with an important question. What do you get when you stab a baby in the stomach? ... An erection. ...and we cried like we were still alive. shee-it, bo'...
ah betcha fortee bucks and the chevy short block motor sittin' on mah coffee table that there corn fellar will change a tahr faster'nat bean... you betcha bo' howdy...  |
