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Thursday, April 10, 2003
Sometimes I do feel helpless and alone. Sometimes I think I'm the most selfish asshole there ever was, but then I tell myself that it's not my fault and it seems to make me feel better, even though I don't believe it all the time. And sometimes there's someone who I think will make me feel better, but I only end up feeling worse. Don't ask me about this. I'm still trying to figure it out myself.
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
a poem for you... tea for two. don't speak.
There are things that float like wooden blocks cast upon the tinyest sea inside our hearts and underneath our minds which wrap the up like blankets
These things we need to send to bed
Tenderly tucked-in inside a cradle nestled in the crotch of two branches of a weeping willow in the oldest forest where the moss just makes everything look so tired
And a blue haze rises from the hagared wood that once was vibrant and even mobile
These are the things we hold deep inside ourselves but keep dropping in a clumsy stupor
Sand clinging to skin and photographs of windy beaches
The waves beating against the shore in a rhythm that is reminiscent of what it must be like inside the womb
A drone and a rolling static
Repeated audio orgasms exploding in a Freudian symphony where you and Oedipus Rex dance the waltz
Or perhaps it is Jonah and Pinnocchio moving to a strangely comforting sound inside the belly of the whale
They hold each other tightly in the dark
Neither quite sure what it is the other is looking for
Pinnocchio just wanting to be real
And Jonah just wanting to hide
And all expecting to make love to God in that last golden fuck
That's why you and I should stand on the whale as if she were an island
We can set up a house made from rocks and driftwood and build fires using the oil from her baleen
And just let her skin burn
There are only two rules in piracy:
1) People come to get away
2) Being dry is just no fun
*Wrist or Pocket*
There are things that float like wooden blocks cast upon the tinyest sea inside our hearts and underneath our minds which wrap the up like blankets
These things we need to send to bed
Tenderly tucked-in inside a cradle nestled in the crotch of two branches of a weeping willow in the oldest forest where the moss just makes everything look so tired
And a blue haze rises from the hagared wood that once was vibrant and even mobile
These are the things we hold deep inside ourselves but keep dropping in a clumsy stupor
Sand clinging to skin and photographs of windy beaches
The waves beating against the shore in a rhythm that is reminiscent of what it must be like inside the womb
A drone and a rolling static
Repeated audio orgasms exploding in a Freudian symphony where you and Oedipus Rex dance the waltz
Or perhaps it is Jonah and Pinnocchio moving to a strangely comforting sound inside the belly of the whale
They hold each other tightly in the dark
Neither quite sure what it is the other is looking for
Pinnocchio just wanting to be real
And Jonah just wanting to hide
And all expecting to make love to God in that last golden fuck
That's why you and I should stand on the whale as if she were an island
We can set up a house made from rocks and driftwood and build fires using the oil from her baleen
And just let her skin burn
There are only two rules in piracy:
1) People come to get away
2) Being dry is just no fun
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Just a reminder that me (hastheboyfallen) and Brian (the
June Observer) are playing in the Thompson Hall TV Lounge at 8:30 tomorrow night. There is a teach-in that same night in Brockport at 7. I don't remember the room or anything, but I plan on going to that and then leaving early for the show. Also, Wednesday is a day
of silence in solidarity with the glbt people of the world. If you're
into queer rights don't talk until 4pm that day. Wow, big day tomorrow.
June Observer) are playing in the Thompson Hall TV Lounge at 8:30 tomorrow night. There is a teach-in that same night in Brockport at 7. I don't remember the room or anything, but I plan on going to that and then leaving early for the show. Also, Wednesday is a day
of silence in solidarity with the glbt people of the world. If you're
into queer rights don't talk until 4pm that day. Wow, big day tomorrow.
Sunday, April 06, 2003
I need to tell you about this cool movie that I saw a couple of days ago. It's called the Stepford Wives. I won't tell you what it's about because when I saw it I had no idea and it turned out surprising me. It's from the 1970s and it's based on the book. It's kinda slow in the beginning, but stick it out and you won't regret it. CP has my noise tape so I can't make copies until I get it back. Remember about the show on Wednesday at 8:30 at Thompson Hall in SUNY Brockport. I'll have copies of Six Degrees, but not the noise record. Maybe I'll get up the ambition to make some copies of some of my older stuff, but I doubt it.