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(no subject) [Mar. 23rd, 2004|02:01 pm]

thirst and romance you stumble upon places when you wonder as you wander. we are personally intrigued by the hue and flush of drunk lovers.
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(no subject) [Mar. 23rd, 2004|02:00 pm]

o sister I hear you answer sister please, there's still time to wear a bra again. sister find your spirit in children's dolls. sis, my leg's asleep, let's walk to a tribeca pharmacy.
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(no subject) [Mar. 22nd, 2004|10:58 pm]

delightful yet reserved in the shelter of leaves we choose to say less when the words don't immediately come. so we let friends speak for us: willie, neil, dylan, leonard. but the truth is, progeny awaits patiently in the spirit-world for us to make love tonight.
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(no subject) [Mar. 17th, 2004|01:09 pm]

jon theodore, mars volta drummer we watched surf videos and slept on the couch trying to kick this fever. we speak highly of jonbonics, and to him all credit and reward is due.
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(no subject) [Mar. 17th, 2004|01:06 pm]

the ritual of bunnies from morning to night we delight in the mating habits of animals, and night to morning in snore-hidden cuddles. could be worse, and has.
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(no subject) [Mar. 17th, 2004|01:03 pm]

backstage solo right to left: set list, blackberry holder, blackberry, autoharp tuner and plectrums, spare change, damaged cell phone, singers saving grace, various notes and addresses, theraflu packet, reminder note "don't forget to get paid!"
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(no subject) [Mar. 9th, 2004|09:04 am]

why do poets use hotel room bibles as a literary device so often? the fate of the bible is nigh. we are certain that the days of the gideon bible, in the bedside drawer of your hotel, are soon to be replaced. they will have some sort of online scripture thing, where you type in your moral ailment and it will print out a suitable bible quote. we are sure that this will be in the same font and the same paper as a fortune cookie. otherwise, we are certain that a pill will be invented which can effectively nullify any religious longing, spiritual appetite, and god-hunger pains.
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(no subject) [Mar. 7th, 2004|09:50 am]

ginger and blue surely we are impressed with ginger and blue, especially when she speaks of ducky and willow, gesturing wildly at the ceiling, eventually smiling ourselves to sleep.
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(no subject) [Mar. 7th, 2004|01:22 am]

only my one true love (or, I'm two thousand lite beers from home) we hold ourselves in check whilst in the presence of our one true love. we are nearly afraid to look, to gaze, for we've spent time in front of mirrors, we've made love to our past, but never has it reflected back with such exquisite angles. never have we fallen for such as this. and we ache for the secrets that lay in repose beneath the springtime moon.
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(no subject) [Jan. 30th, 2004|09:23 pm]

through the heart of the black widow they came to us, the egyptian women, to my doorstep from new mexico (we kid you not, we don't speak in code). they needed a shower and sleep for they had been driving all night and we obliged. upon awakening, they cooked exotic food for us using only the meager scraps on the shelves. they had a black widow spider in a jar which they fed live caterpillars. we struggled to open the hood of their car, struggled to get it started, the postman helped us jump start. at the mechanic a young man said they were giving away pit bull puppies down the street. we have a long drive from louisville to new york and it's already getting late. finally the sojourn begins, the three of us jammed into a vw cabriolet with all our belongings. soon the women start passing the whiskey back and forth, from behind the wheel to the back seat. we are in the passenger seat reminding ourselves that we are only here to help (as they say on friendster). we drive through west virginia mountains during icy snowfall at night, blinded yet calm. we refuse an offer to do indie porn: "I'll do it after I'm done fasting." we wonder how these women can exist on so little food. thirty miles outside of baltimore and we get pulled over by two female cops. we love the power of women, in all its forms. the vehicle is searched, leaving us to wonder about the weed in the backpack, the empty bottle of whiskey on the floor, the mushrooms in the purse, and most of all, the black widow in the mason jar. the blonde cop emerges from the vw with a baggy filled with sage, which they confiscate. we drive off laughing our collective asses off.
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