[068]
04/23/2010 06:31 p.m.

i smell it all amongst your pores,
as oaky bark, bubonic sores,
a musty sweat like printing stores,
a book with words like "porn galore,"
i smell it all amongst your pores.

i smell your pores amongst it all,
as pulling towards a bathroom stall,
as off the sleep the bedding falls,
as teeth like demolitioned walls,
i smell your pores amongst it all.

your pores amongst it all i smell,
unfettered in desire to dwell,
fitted heads and thence to quell
a half asleep ungodly knell,
your pores amongst it all i smell.

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[067]
04/19/2010 06:03 p.m.

my lonesomeness were easy when i weren't so intertwined and
the bursting of my insides weren't ever so confined and
there weren't no explanations, neither frontwards nor behind and
there wasn't so much worries of what travels in short time,
since my lonesomeness were easy when i weren't so intertwined.

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[066]
03/22/2010 03:02 p.m.

my mama was two grizzly bears and
all the accoutrements that made up
a woman back when womanliness had
a distinct definition other than
self-affirmations.

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[065]
03/20/2010 11:49 p.m.

they walk as quickly as possible to the elevator because
it is unseasonably cold outside. it's snowing again in
late march. they are unprepared. when they climb into the
lift it is shaky and rattles,

"this elevator is janky," the boy says.
"well so am i," replies his female counterpart.
"i know. that's why i love you."
"i'm held together with scotch tape."
"scotch tape?"
"and rubber bands and paper clips."
"and bubble gum?"
"yes. i'm macguyvered."

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[064]
03/15/2010 02:27 a.m.
blowing on my tea to cool it down,
i hear beneath my feet the phantom sound
the stomping on the stairs that might just be
a person coming home to visit me


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[063] scraps.
02/26/2010 12:18 a.m.
silly pulling, silly pulling. she's sure what goes around comes around.
nobody knows what "prose" means, not even me. acrostics, all of her
city streets. she breathes in and out every eleven steps, but can't be
sure. her grasp on reality is correlated harshly to how disconnected
she has to be. from everyone all the time. wasps can get to be the
size of walnuts and beetles to the size of fists, if cultivated correct-
ly. insects that i still enjoy:

- rhinoceros beetles
- stag beetles
- cochineal beetles
- japanese beetles

(all beetles - with their shiny armor and their mechanical innards) --
it's the shoe that i know twice that comes undone first.

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[062] Scraps
02/26/2010 12:00 a.m.


infernal machines.
washing one's hair.
internal machines.

it's not your fault or his either, it's just because he likes
to question and disrespect people who are smarter than
him
in certain subjects. that sounds mean and wrong,
but
i just mean
he's smart as the dickens, he is, and he'll beat your
rear silly at computer programming and
electronic music but he's self taught and
self teaching always manifests itself in a
whole bunch of
specifics.

it's why i like him, and why i like so many people:
i feel desperate infatuation for people who are
passionate about really
obscure things.

(either if they're useful or if you will wax poetic)
i'd like for everyone to wax poetic.

i dig all you weird and silly people. talk to me about
every german-franco-marxist-architect with a pen-
chant for messianic jewish mysticism that you know.
tell me in great detail about your performancey street
games that come together to mimic the spread of
infectious
disease,
i'll take it all.
I'LL TAKE IT ALL.

mostly dirty talk doesn't work for me because i'm
turned off by cliches.
i'm doing something to myself that makes my stomach
ache like it's full of gaping holes. my favorite part of
everyone's faces are the corners of their mouths, they
curl them in and up and hide what they can there, that is,
until i poke at them
with bullhorn fingers
and giggle as sweetly as i can.

dig dig.

I am currently Clueless

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[061]
02/19/2010 03:14 p.m.

10. When staying in a hostel she comes across this super
creepy somewhat old guy, who's definitely sixteen years
her senior but who definitely still wants to get into her
pants and at some point she gets drunk and tells him she'll
sleep with him because she just had a terrible breakup and
loves loves loves to rebound by having copious casual semi-
anonymous sex, but she's glad she was totally stupid about it
and that another guy she'd slept with totally cockblocked the
first guy and sat with her until she was sober and had some
coffee and made sure she didn't make this huge mistake, but
the old and creepy guy still definitely came into her bed to
cuddle and tried really hard to suck on her nipples.

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[060]
02/19/2010 03:12 p.m.

8.If you drive through Florida, going up and up and up,
you'll eventually get to this part where everything you
look at makes you want to kill yourself. The towns make
most of their money by ticketing speeders that pass it by,
since no one ever stops there, and there are Walmarts all
over the place but you cannot ever really properly understand
why – why a Walmart when there is such a small population?
There has to be a small population, nobody in their right
mind would stay in this town and not feel like their sweat
was peeling off of them and their eyes were being drilled
into their skulls. They all have names like “Arcadia,” and
“South Springs,” and they sound okay except for the extreme
stench of poverty and terror that wells up in your nose when
you go by them. They're surrounded by companies that shove the
ground full of chemicals, the kind you know have to be owned by
Monsanto or Beelzebub, at least. They're creating massive holes
in the limestone and harvesting sugar cane in a way that fills
the sky with black burning.

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[058]
02/19/2010 03:06 p.m.

1. He says to her, he says, 'I need to migrate back east,'
and she says to him, she says, 'What?' In timezones, he
elaborates. When his sleep schedule goes off schedule he
compares it with timezones. Today he is somewhere in eastern
Europe when he should be sitting smack-dab in the middle of
Austria and she says to him she says 'I think you need to
migrate to my bed.' She and her boyfriend broke up because
she fucked a Viennese boy and couldn't be bothered to regret
it with any conviction at all. When she masturbates that's what
she thinks about, she thinks about his funny accent and how he
wouldn't really be all that attractive if he weren't a foreigner
– she would find his hair and his clothes trashy, his blue eyes
a definitive symbol of having been brought up in the Midwest,
probably in a suburb somewhere. Instead he puts too much emphasis
on his “oo”'s and “ownd”'s and only knows how to say his tech lingo
in German.

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