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I knew
when I posted that footage of me
in a sharecropper’s jacket online
it would be
put to good use
I’ve only done this once before
once
06 Monday Feb 2012
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pseudo
04 Saturday Feb 2012
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One of the first things
I want to find out when
(IF)
I go
to heaven
is
who
the pseudo-Longinus really
is.
suitcases
03 Friday Feb 2012
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Which is one way I would define language.
The world and life that is.
It’s different to press the language to yourself.
we definitely don’t really think in words
anymore than we carry suitcases instead of what’s in them
…it came to me just now as an image without words
a sense of something emerging out of me
Darkness
31 Tuesday Jan 2012
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Walked past two geese
honking at a boot today,
so i yelled:
“PICK UP THE PHONE DARKNESS”
but he never did.
minute man
29 Sunday Jan 2012
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i’ve thought a lot about it.
about why we study human contact
social transactions
here’s where i arrived:
we are
witnesses
to the universe
we record
pronounce and
react
i am the minute man in the symposium of life
superhero
27 Friday Jan 2012
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I try, I try.
It’s really my goal,
actually,
most days.
You know,
to help a girl out.
Oh yeah, and
save the planet,
that too.
Way to go,
me.
heartbreaker
24 Tuesday Jan 2012
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My god is something
of a heartbreaker.
He’s a little
vain and loves
to flirt.
We call him Black Dahlia,
because he can make all
the girls
smile.
infinity
22 Sunday Jan 2012
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Hmm,
takes some brain power!
I can feel
the muscles flexing.
Or the lobes. Or
whatev.
Was thinking about skylanterns
during church today.
Let’s let one off
soon.
Now, to infinity
and beyond.
Are you ready?
T minus 3…2…1…
they’re story
19 Thursday Jan 2012
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Some people are
book.
Beautiful and complex from start to finish,
passing on they’re story to the next
generation.
While others are bathroom
wall scribbles like:
“hank was here”
Home
16 Monday Jan 2012
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find the small white star…
just above and past the rings on the upper left side…
and whisper the words…
*whisper the word…
Home.
It’s not a star.
On that little white dot — you’ll find
a gentle breeze skipping
through the streets of New York City in the fall,
a girl staring out the window of an airplane
on her way home to Michigan…
That’s what you’re looking at there.
Quite a photograph.
930 million miles from home.
That’s what you’re looking at there.
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