Sunday, August 28, 2005

dna.3 - one day you will feel me

The word can't contain everything that I feel and want to share.
I've got to figure out sound files to give it to you motherfuckers
no tomatoes left so I reckin better go get my guitar
and I would if onlyto share it with you
but that aint gonna happen today without no easy way to make happen so better to maintain and sit writing notes to myself and to health and to mental health

dna.2

sad that it came to one thing and happy that it came to another sad the thing that is no thing that is something waiting to be something and happy, the part of life you nourish, like a tree. and more this tree requireth more and more I shall give it and when the herb stirreth the herb maintain
I always know when I get back to myself because I feel myself whole. running through from past up till now. bad past and good. then you get this resolve like, every future from now on is going to make good past. then you think about writers as opposed to actors and athletes and other perennial human spectors and dreams and wonders and you reckon writing is a wise thing yes and a choice
'cept for I'm
[Johnny Damon ties score at one David Ortiz picking up his 114th RBI; 1 -1 Sox Tigers----------Here's Manny]
tides. current. digital hands. i got a fast dashbox don't make me spit at you
man

beep beep mmm beep beep YEAH
I never even much liked that song. But what an album it come from
I write it as code. My yard is like a prison, with freedom, plenty of it, and so: like the world
yikes this blog is a dead thing. but since it contains what I write, better leave it. I frankly don't have the inclination to start another blog, with new HTML, bells and whistles. no
the man came into the classroom and said now I'm going to show you the right way to write, sons of new england, clans of new hampshire
Listen:
or better,
Attend:
(but first: crack another beer:
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gray white is the day another page from my historyanother day of mystery and no mystery inasmuch as it's one of mydays