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emails between me & my dad today =
skippy: teri hatcher’s dog is so much fluffier than brother henri
Bobby Huntington: Skippy, the brown and white dog isn't a King Charles is it? If it is, that ain't all hair. That dog is a porker. Henry has some cool feathering. Particularly his tail. His lack of fluff keeps him aerodynamic. That little punk can fly. He gets going so fast in the hallway upstairs you swear he'll go right through Chris's front window someday. He's got the wheels but thank god he's got the brakes.
why is it chris-MISS when you're talking but
chris-MUSS when you're singing?
he had a party
and nobody came
the next day was sunday
went on all the same
he wasn't too ugly
old folks said he's cute
brown faced & round
thick glasses played flute
light in the loafers
with wrists giggly limp
whistling & clumsy
a daydreaming wimp
he sent out the invites
they said they'd all come
his mother bought streamers
and drank all the rum
it's been 2 years since holden ripped open in the backyard & a couple days later nacho OD'd on 300+ advil
make this year your best, ready go!
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turns out i went to the wrong club saturday night! i thought i was at the roxy. tea leaf green was playing next door at the roxy. i was at the key club. where the kottonmouth kings were playing. i don't know why my tlg ticket was accepted at the door. i don't know why i didn't look at the name of the venue i was entering.
i know why i missed biscuits, i know why i missed friends.
3.5 hrs drive in painful slick traffic rain
3 opening 'bands'
kottonmouth kings blasting loud screaming
packed with baggy black & white & sideways hats
guys next to me take jager shot jager shot jager shot jager shot whiskey drink
turn to fired up drunk steaknecks
throws beer bottle on the ground
shard cuts his hand & arm
shard cuts my hand
waving swinging punching blood on me
black shirt flashlight security roughed up kicked out yelling
1130 kottonmouth kings still on stage screaming LA WHERE YOUR WEED AT
whose blood on my sweater, whose blood on my pink wristband
i'm getting the fuck out of here
i missed biscuits, i missed friends
i don't care
...hearing a knock on the hotel room door, you run to exhale down the bathroom sink drain. and turn on the faucet.
and there was nobody knocking.
sprinkler hits the lightpost at the dogpark
late nite candy trips
to the circus room use my
meal card for pop tarts
joyner dorm all girls
nerd stuck up sorostitute
athlete bossy shy
run dark night late field
shower with your flip flops on
big robe change in room
dusty matted rug
not old cheap clammy a/c
high ceiling wood door
books in bags in piles
on floor wood desk white loft with
matching comforters
first week syllabus
how many can i miss &
get away with it
register for class
based on who's taken taking
easiest teacher
turn in book reports
don't raise hand teacher wrote she
sensed intelligence
cute boys on sidewalks
why aren't they in this class room
we'd have common work
dorm kitchen used once
everclear jello shots passed
out before noon bad
i see a red door and i want to paint it black
boiling over with impatience and pissy vitriol
singer just a whore
sell her talents to takers
come one come all pay
each interaction
rubs raw the nerves on the back
of my neck shreds them
much too intense for
me to belive that you would
be happy as friends
the right ones just left
the others hung back vultures
they swoop for the kill
i'd tell him & he'd
fall & then we'd both be stuck
with dangling bridges
when you soar and i
know you've stolen my wings i
wish you shot down lame
hovering breathing
heavy snorting and grunting
like the pig you are
trying to overcome being neutered, holden grows another set of cojones on his ribs.
going to the vet thursday.
thanks thanks thanks & then some more THANKS!
i am unthankful because i switched to their stupid blogger beta crap & now comments don't work on this site and i don't know how to fix it and really can't stand the whole idea of trying more than the hour i just spent looking in the goddamn blogger help board
i need help
i just got in a car accident.
sort of.
an old guy rode his bike into the front passenger side of my car while i was turning left with a green arrow.
he rolled off the car, bent his bike rim & scraped up his forearm & i gave him the tijuana city of tomorrow shirt from my trunk for his bleeding arm & the $250 in my wallet for his rim.
he didn't want to call the cops, he didn't want to go to the hospital, he had a friend on a bike with him, also 40-50 y.o. homeless missing teeth dirty flannel glinting eyes agreeing i should leave before the cops come.
the front of my car is dented & scraped, i'm fine.
you reached out & said i got it
if i reach back i'm afraid
i'll get stuck breaking yours
mine won't break
won't give it away
any more than i get
careful about one thing
and you should hate me for it
but never would
it is a hotel california & a lot of residents give it as much respect as they do a hotel room
elected terry bellamy 33 smart black woman mayor
pro hockey minor league baseball
13" snow/year
low crime
all galleries & independent local shops & street cafes & parks & construction & tourists no chains
2 universities lakes rivers hospitals live music film festival decaying warehouses bookstores moldy shack gingerbread house chain link fence live music film festival street musicians tenor sax when the saints go marching in couple fiddlers young & hot biscuits river district artist studio stroll heady grocery stores manufacturing pvc pipe backpacks shrimp & grits & dogs all over the place
The octopus is the chameleon of the sea. Or rather, the Proteus of the sea -- the modern-day embodiment of the mythological hero who escaped his enemies by constantly changing his form. Indeed, the sudden changes of color and form by means of which cephalopods attempt to throw their enemies off the track are called "protean manifestation." For cephalopods are excellent actors, with vast repertories, and they are able to play many roles by making use of stratagems which, on dry land, are usually found only in the theater: disguises, gestures, mime, poses and posturing.
The octopuses we encountered displayed all these tricks in abundance for our divers, just as they do for eels and groupers. Being without the natural protection of shells, they find safety only in flight or in disguises. They are undoubtedly the champions of hide-and-seek.
big liquor store on the right
imagine them in
their underwear & know that
they want you to win
figs are full of red
sweet pulpy seeds to eat when
birds don't get there first
try best not to take
personally or assume
impeccable words
i hate your fear and
want you to be stronger than
i can imagine
push harder against
the tendency to just sit
there & do nothing
i'm sorry you cried
i tried to be honest &
gentle but couldn't
i can see past it
the walls of scars of blue pain
erupt swept away