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like box cars
I almost

...choked my chicken

It is her birthday
I can tell she wants to cry
I say lets go out to lunch
she shakes her head
going give her some space

space in short supply here

I suppose

I should
bookmark this page
It sure is tedious trying to find this secrete off the board thread

Window open Texas landscape framed



horse rolling in the grass.

a fleeting glimpse, lost the moment so quick
I had a feeling of being alive,

"cut me loss let me fly after all these years I am still alive"

moving again
who is to bless and who to blame
the biter or the bitten
Who can blame Eve for her anger and resentment
another crucified son

the horse was not rolling in the grass
it was rolling in the dust
a young horse a colt

I forgot what it was like to have a mother
some men have so many mothers

the thread is an excellent poem.

sorry about your post being deleted constantine
it happened when the software on studio eigh was being upgraded
I did not delete it
like mingo said to me once
"your posts are sacrosanct to me"

I know you were not fucking with me
I was fucking with you.

If their was any poetry in it
it mu st have been serendipitous.

I stopped taking the gabapentin it got too weird
in the meantime
I am weird enough

Pain has no more secret receses.

….let us try to look at it with the eyes of a Patagonian for whom all that is sacred and taboo in our world is meaningless.

Anais Nin Preface to Tropic of Cancer 1934

I read a poem by saw that reminded me of you

let my legacy be that I cared
with all my intensity, to do no harm.
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just passing through saying howdy
this was going to be my last sock puppet
I sincerely hope so
I screwed up my log-in thingy and by deault I log-in as short timer which I intended as a homage to a tr ucking bu ddy who was a veteran of our longest war. my generations war, that I would have been heir to if not for those thoughts of putting a rifle under my chin and thinking about the click

mania is a family tradition with us

love peace and taco grease from texas

I don't know how to reach out to them,
I would if I could.

But, I don't think evil would just poof,
it would just reappear, resume elsewhere.

Life and living means monsters, too.
I don't intend to harm anyone,
breaks my heart to think I'd be just as deadly
as any human can achieve.

I don't want to contaminate,
I'd prefer to heal
and correct even if it was inevitable
that the sky would grow dark, thick in ash.

such a hassle to log-in as stilltrucking
this my lazy man or ner do well as my mother told me once w
we had a long friendship interrupted for ten years till I tripped with her one night and we became friends again

you know what they say about boys and mothers and girls and diamonds
we had a very honest relationship me and my rose of agudas achiem

sad when a grown man is estranged from his mother and grandmother I don't know what to do about those monsters, wait them out I guess.

I ran across a reference to Henry Miller as a Gandhi with a penis.

at the time of matricide by suicide I did not know about crazy mike and my sister that information came to me ten years after that when me and my sister tripped

this is risky, maybe i should protect the innocent by creating a character. fictionalize it. I was going to tell you this in a PM but if we are making honey I would rather share it with the occasional reader over our shoulders.
Or maybe it is my extreme vanity.

my lack of an alter ego even with all these user nAmes.
shit

I have passions that goes no wheres
mayhaps I do do more harm than good.

Strangely my heart would mother earth
and my arms hold very few.
Funny, huh.

And then to think I dissociate with many
when they're no longer with a child's heart.
I detach, cruelly as nature beast mamas disown their own
instinctively.

I'm here.
What a quake you've got your fingers on one of my knots
perhaps

Good mornin', u.

I'd prefer to heal
and correct even if it was inevitable
that the sky would grow dark, thick in ash

I read that Henry Miller read everything Freud ever wrote.

I think about St Anne of Sexton and the couch and the damage done.

I have strangely interested in death and maggots since I was five years old or so.
You know what the say about flies and honey or is it sugar

I have disowned my sister a thousand times, but only as a passing thought
and I have even said it to her

physician heal thy self

I spent twelve years as a pre-med student.

I would I'd prefer to heal. What is this if not healing?



"they say I was a rebel till I reached the age of five
it was then that I got caught up in the struggle to survive
it came to me one rainy August morning like a flash
we might all wake up in a pile of smoke and ash"

thinking about what henry said about beating your head against a stone wall

I have so few writers I love who have lived a long good life
not many
he is one

Well, I love you too
and I love Henry Miller,
Anais is darlin' and I love that about her.

Gonna write you a note on this knot you've nestled your finger in.

Why do I want to put a frog down the back of your dress? Why do I have those passing thoughts of childhood and maggots, repression dame

what am i really afraid of that is what i want to be aware of.
I don't want to hide from my fears anymore, or dwell on them, just hope that by being aware I well not bring them into the world

what was crazy mike trying to teach me
oh well I just say it was compassion and i move on

not so much I love you as I need you here
maybe for us tom fool men that is the same thing

All the Transitory
Is but a Symbol Image
The Insufficient
Here doth transpire;
The Ineffable
Here doth act;
The Eternal-Feminine
Upward doth draw us.

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Jack, if you don't heal yourself to fifty feet or any being worthy
take comfort that you do keep me very fat and healthy.

All those internal worms have made my fishing easier
and the animals in my head thank you, too
cause they never ate any better than since I met you.
I'm grateful you're a good doctor
to my strange women in the head, heart and guts.

Teacher man, I wouldn't have looked
if it weren't for you triple dog daring
and musing me ups
so much that I finally care.

Razzing goes a great length.