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war is hell and they cut the power off

[18:34][squiggy klane] MY FUCKING WHORE GRANDMOTHER HAS BEEN BLOWING THE PHONE UP FOR 6 HOURS
[18:34][Moctezuma_] but whos the fatman grabing her by the boob?
[18:34][squiggy klane] MY GRANDFATHER HAS BEEN BLOWING THE BATHROOM UP FOR 6 DAYS
[18:34][squiggy klane] EVERYONE STAYS HUNGRY
[18:35][squiggy klane] AND WHAT OF YOUNG JOSEPH?
[18:35][squiggy klane] IS HE PUBESCENT YET?
[18:35][X010] im tellin ya
[18:35][X010] -_-
[18:35][wardrobe] dressed like a rodent

photographer's limerick

for MJH, PhD., who'd NEVER f with a girl

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hickory dick'ry, a sensual flock
as you suckle my lava from volcanic rock
my delightful assistant, mrs. tabitha byrd,
winks to me and rims you as you eat your own words;

you said "strictly dickly," right, doc?

-fin-

HIGH FIVE

1 after another

sigh
i enjoy you when you're tangible (under the circumstances)
but i've been thru inconsistency way too much and i'm reluctant to go back
it doesn't help that i'm at the lowest point of my life and detoxing and lonely and desolate
so this isn't just me being melodramatic or desperate or pathetic about you and me
in addition to thinking about you, i'm having a very hard time.

and it won't let up. there's no break. nothing. it's so bad and everything keeps fucking up that i almost have to laugh, bitterly, into the cold

because there has to be a higher power or a curse or something

because if the universe was indifferent,

then this much bad shit one-after-another would not happen

caramel & creme

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    Matt Misso has this image where
    

    
    I see you swimming in white, luminescent sheets
    
    I see the top of your head
    
    From behind
    
    Your golden hair
    
    Shoulders
    
    Back
    
    The creme climbing the fair silken flesh
    
    Most of your ass but it's barely obscured by the cloth
    
    still ascending from your base
    
    Ever up

    
    

    arla Tunello Ha ha j/k...what song ii quoting boy?
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    Matt Misso no song. i just made it up in a text

enjoy it while you can kid you'll miss it later

remember when we were kids and blackouts were almost like holidays?

well, at least they broke up the monotony some.

we don't like blackouts as much these days.

yeah part of it is because we grew up and aren't as handily amused

then some of our growths were stunted, emotionally, by drugs.

i theorize that the correlation between central electricity and age may not even be the overarching cause.

sure, it's bad not to have power in most human settings... since the industrial revolution

woody guthrie is one of the reasons we're all saying what we want to say online. he said, himself, that there "ain't no country extry fine.. when you're just a mile from the end of the [power] line"

but we scream and cry and panic when our phones and computers because of the grib they have.

since it coincides with my decision to stay busier while work and school are sparse,

i have decided that i will embrace every much-needed break from technology gone awry. i've neglected reading, academia, friendships, real life events

to be sitting here, jet lagged, at 7:50am typing this

i will walk every day. i will never lie on the couch again. while my phone is broken, i'll do something constructive, creative. fear is the mind killer, but convenient technology is the talent killer.

i'll strive to sink as much time into self-expression (particularly when it goes back as far as histroy, like playing a musical instrument) as i do online.

i'm glad this phone is a piece of shit. today i make a change. today i stop giving a fuck that the talent-crusher isn't giving me a tumor or destroying my ambition.

i start now.

i'm a little concerned about work.
i'm a little concerned about play.
i'm very concerned about tomorrow
and god forbid what goes on the next day.