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[Oct. 31st, 2009|04:16 pm] |
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does anyone want to employ me? i work cheap and will clean dirty areas with just minimal complaint. |
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[Sep. 10th, 2009|01:18 am] |
my legs hurt hurt hurt. i walked walked walked now i'm gonna sleep sleep sleep coffee then drink coffee coffee and read read read
MY LIFE COMES IN THREES!
Oh man oh man. I love life. It's magic. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2009|04:46 pm] |
It's too damned hot. I drove to San Francisco and then drank a whiskey coke and then drove back. So what? My back hurts. And the drink wasn't made strong enough.
Now that my vacation is over I am back at work. I wish I could get paid to be on vacation permanently. What a deal!
Oh, and I won the lottery. I bought a scratcher and scratched off all the parts that needed scratching and discovered three words that signified my win. The word "TICKET" three times. I thought it was a golden ticket I had won and maybe a trip to some mysterious chocolate factory but when I brought it back to the liquor store the clerk just gave me another lottery ticket. I was disappointed but I scratched it anyway and lost. Winning the lottery is overrated.
Damn if I don't love me some vegetables. Who would have thought? Not me, says I. But here I am, healthier than a damn racehorse hopped up on horse amphetamine.
I am going to get some coffee. Meet me at Starbucks. I'm buying! |
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[Jun. 7th, 2009|12:58 am] |
the hangover was funny. but i didn't watch it drunk. that might have made it funnier.
i am trying to get promotions or work up the nerve to quit my job. i should just look for a new job. "Hello sir. I would like to apply at your glorious establishment. Why yes sir! I am qualified. VERY qualified."
other than that, same old. i have started taking vitamins. gotta keep up my health.
i hope this letter finds you well. and aroused. it's always good to be aroused. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 26th, 2009|01:51 pm] |
brrrrrrr, i want hair back. i cut off too soon and now cold a gain.
how many brian sells do alcohol kil?
mine is all gone. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2009|05:39 pm] |
SOMEBODY TURN DOWN THE HEAT!
I am sweating profusely. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2009|12:11 am] |
HELLO! I am still alive. I saw CRANK 2 or CRANK II and it was full of drug-fueled fights and public sex. A real piece of classic film-making. Gorgeous.
Everybody was evicted from the brown house. Sad. I drank a bottle of Sutter Home wine then I went over and stole several classic records and a hat and a woman's leather jacket.
My grandpa died. Then he got better! Just kidding. That only happens in movies like Crank 2. But my grandpa really is dead. Goodbye grandpa. I hope death is easier than life. I hope it wasn't too painful to die.
I hate facebook & myspace & livejournal & twitter & virb & all these fucking social networking sites. It used to take effort to stay in contact with someone. Now you add them to your facebook & never have to talk to them again. If they say "Why haven't you called" you just say "I left you a comment last week, asshole."
I have a beard but I am going to shave it off. It's too hot for hair.
Lately all I have been listening to is blues. Lots of Lightnin' Hopkins, Sleepy John Estes, Robert Johnson. Great stuff. But they mostly sing about drinking and threatening to kill their wives or mistresses. It has an effect on the psyche.
SHIT I gotta go to sleep. Work early. Goodnight. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2008|06:26 pm] |
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i know one of the presidential candidates was black. did the black guy win? |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 15th, 2008|07:06 pm] |
do you pray for a severed signpost
arms folded at the crossroads
to tell you where to go?
a woman to love you in the evening
to watch as you are leaving
& to wave from a weathered window?
have you paid for your intimacy
in specks of blood & pity
are you aware of the debts you owe?
do you pause at the garden's gate
& listen to chirping birds debate
on the worth of buried bones?
if you listened to your own heart beat
a prattle of high heels on concrete
you would know what it means to be alone.
if you gathered all your lovers in a room
the scent of sex mingled w/perfume
& overheard the sound of voices pitched low
imagine what they might say about you |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 7th, 2008|04:01 pm] |
wolf-world
an old friend
& truck hijacker
mad dog tony
once told me
during one of his
gentler moments
that the little groove
beneath the nose
& above the upper lip
is where an angel
places its finger
to quiet you after
you are born
he said this after
taking a marlboro red
down to the filter
in four drags
i looked at his furrowed brow
through the smoke
& thought it's more like
where satan stubs
his cigar out
after we pop out
into the salivating jaws
of this wolf-world
-rob plath |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 7th, 2008|03:35 pm] |
unknowingly blocking out absence
my grandmother
came to live with us
when i was 5
she was dying of cancer
i didn't understand
that back then
she used to stare at
me at the table
when i was eating
breakfast
trying to make me
smile & i, being shy,
would build a wall
from the milk carton
& the cereal box
& 1/2 gallon of orange juice
but she'd still peer
between the cracks
as i unknowingly hid
from the absence
she would soon embody
-rob plath |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 7th, 2008|03:20 pm] |
Ashes, Junkyards, and Strays
The following day
after the funeral
your car doesn't start.
As if the ceasing
of bodies
isn't enough.
Now you sit,
stranded in a
small subterranean
apartment
Without a cigarette.
Without a drink.
Alive but filled
with images
of bodies
slowly being
reduced
to ash,
with images of
an obscene
mechanic's bill,
or worse than that,
the junkyard.
Then you jump
because you
hear this
horrible, sad
crying.
A stray cat is
at the screen
door facing
your cat.
And their cries
are the sounds
your thoughts
would make
if they had
tiny mouths.
-rob plath. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 7th, 2008|03:08 pm] |
smash yr mirrors like you smash yr idols
for four years i drove
this 1978 chevy nova
w/out a rearview mirror
i had knocked it off jumping across
the seat to the passenger side door
b/c the driver's door was broken
& i never bothered
to glue it back on
also the adhesive that held the
side mirrors on loosened
& they both dropped at different
times while sitting at a traffic light
& shattered on the pavement
don't listen to the masses:
intact mirrors are bad fucking luck
that's when i broke my habit
of looking backwards
i just kept punching the gas
& accelerating forward
my fender eating up the center
line as i zoomed towards the sun
-rob plath. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2008|05:31 am] |
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who the hell is awake at 5:30 in the morning? it is an ungodly hour! |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2008|01:22 am] |
update on college (ALTERNATE TAKE!) i am not graduate. i failed several classes and am currently being sued by a teacher for trying to seduce her in hopes she would give me an A. she was 71 years old.
i didn't make it! now somebody given me a very high paying job! |
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[May. 31st, 2008|12:52 pm] |
update on college: i am graduate. not bad grades either.
i made it! now somebody given me a very high paying job! |
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| the waiting. |
[Apr. 12th, 2008|05:53 pm] |
if it's
the waiting
that bothers
you
fill the tub
with cold
water
get on your
knees
dunk your
head beneath
and don't
raise it
up
until you
feel
my hand
gentle
on
your shoulder. |
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| the new year. |
[Jan. 1st, 2008|02:28 pm] |
"You clutch the thin air and try not to swoon
You touch the mirror and reach for a towel
The sun pours gold into the room
And it leaves a sick taste in your mouth
You heard the lovers sing "Auld Lang Syne"
As the dancers bruised their feet
And you thought How come my lips taste like wine
When theirs look like champagne?
Now there's no time left for lies
You dowse the fire and nurse the dark
And bend your elbow one more time
To kill the lights and stab the clock
It's a new year
And you don't look your age
And everyone seems so happy celebrating
Winter this way." |
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[Dec. 30th, 2007|04:22 pm] |
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lately baby's had a look of discontent. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 9th, 2007|03:54 pm] |
I'll say this,
I don't give a damn about your dreams. |
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