perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

the earth is shaking like a frightened child
homo stupidicus waving his bloody flag
a dangerous slippery slope for me
this loathing of man kind
waiting for a new generation of vipers
waiting for the messiah or somebody like Her.

[stilltrucking]

deleted sunday streams
I went through stilltrucking's post like sherman went through georgia on his way to the sea.

as I was deleting them the image or flashback or maybe "eidetic" image a mental being , a character in a novel that she wrote forty years ago, about the time I died, a young college student sitting on the rook of the Amazon Hotel piece by piece throwing all her clothes into the dark New York night. Strange? I mean I got this woman living in my head, a woman that is a joke around studio eight, the blonde bitch the professors wives called her.
Well it was very liberating deleting all those posts, I kept thinking "WHAT THE FUCK STILL TRUCKING" they say Jews have a very low suicide rate. But it still ain't zero percent. I probably lost a couple of months work, most of these text boxes I don't save, just open one and let it rip. So I only have a vague idea of what I wrote. Spontaneous posts vaporize, sublimate. but I am interesed in the gaps and the replys, juxtoposition. I may go in and repost to those (...) with a disclaimer of course so as to protect the innocent.

my replys to your streams, starting with this one are fossilized, bugs in amber, like graffitti in wet concrete. opposable pollux also good for holding needle and thread, the naked ape has a good tailor these days, clean underware and a nice suit.

http://www.litkicks.com/BeatPages/messa ... ent=598301

[Doreen Peri]

stilltrucking -

i don't know why you went through the site and deleted a bunch of your posts but i really wish you wouldn't do that any more because, as you've noted, it sorta makes the conversations not make sense when posts are missing. i'm glad it was liberating, though. but think of the viewer's position....

also, who is this woman who's a "joke around studio eight"?

hope you're having a wonderful holiday season....

(ps - the delete button is a really cool feature that not many websites give you. I like it because sometimes I type something really awful... some god awful writing at 3am.... and i wake up in the morning and read it and i say, "god, that's awful!" so I can delete it... but i don't think the button is there for the purpose of wiping out all of my posts.... of course, maybe you're on to something and one day, i'll decide to delete myself entirely from the internet. Who knows? heh .... but if i did that, i don't think the viewers who came in afterward would understand why the threads don't make sense any more. )

pardon my rambling.... i have the day off ..... rambling is a good thing to do on a day off ....

do you think I should delete this post?

[stilltrucking]

To tell you the truth I wish you would delete stilltrucking, I am not having as much fun here as I used to.

also, who is this woman who's a "joke around studio eight"?

Oh just some crazy shiksa who was stupid about executions. She rote a novel that came out about forty years ago, about the time I first died.

Doreen I can not make you no promises about future deletions, just do what is right for you. I am putting disclaimers on my posts where I try to give an expire date, and warn people to go around me like U S Grant going around those Prussian fortresses.

you know I will go away just because you asked me too.

Since I have been celibate I have a better copy on my muse, I had a bad in encounter with a woman in Diamond Lil's kitchen on Christmas Day, if Lil had not shut her up I probably would have pulled my hair out. Later over dinner the same woman said in and off hand way "what kind of woman are you looking for" I said and she looked like she knew better "I don't think about it any more"
I bet she thought I meant sex.

in friendship
j
this post will not be deleted nor any on this string, up to this point in time and space

[Doreen Peri]

I never asked you to go away! I like having you around.

I'm just saying deleting a lot of posts makes the conversations not make sense any more.

Sorry, you're not having as much fun as you used to here.

I have no control over that.

I don't know what to say except I'd like to see everyone having fun and if you're not having fun, maybe it's because you need to have more fun! So, have fun!

And no, I'm not deleting anybody's user name. Why would I want to do that?

[stilltrucking]

these text based communities, \
always one step in back of ourselves
I just edited the one above your reply
I will never delete a post to you
maybe I have but please remember
I was sitting on top of a twenty story building and I was throwing my words in the dark New york night

going to have to say this to everyone that calls me on it, I would like to write here to your village of writers, but I have to follow my bliss.

the fun part is being popular, I realize that if I have to please everybody I would rather drive a truck, but I got too old and too sick to do that, man I tell I got to write as bad as I used to want to fuck.

[WIREMAN]

jjjjaammmm on me
gotta jam and make
the day...leave the past
take a ride what ya say?
wilie made the miracle
catch, watch that cat stretch
all comes down to rhyme
not somethin' ya can do standing
in a line...you be different my friend
ya know you my homey to the bitter end
let's make a great big smile and let this jam go for another mile..................wired

[WIREMAN]

"the greatest thing you'll
ever learn is to love and
be loved in return." eden abbez
just been rolling thru my mind the
past couple daze...nat...franky..
trane....zoot.....ella....benson...
stan....the list goes on and on and
on.....it's all there in the hippie history
bout this guy from germany, came to
the land of the free, the o say can't ya
see, how he traveled near and far, very
far, how they called him a strange enchanted
boy....a nature boy.........................................

[stilltrucking]

all comes down to rhyme
not somethin' ya can do standing
in a line...you be different my friend
ya know you my homey to the bitter end
let's make a great big smile and let this jam go for another mile..................wired

I can hear it when you and judih jam
you all got the ears
the sound of your words got a beat I can dance to
past chords a metaphor for me
the past got stolen in baghdad,
one of the things looted was a musical intrument
a harp a lyre? gold bull with strings.
yes the past is prologue
nietzsche wanted to write a history of the future
the transvaluation of values
and a hundred years later the values of our dear leader stink like a rotting corpse, even if he does wear a good suit and clean underwear, his dirty monkey ass stinks
we meant to be happy monkeys not big sad apes
I will never delete another post that is juxaposed to judih and you
now matter how stupid
let the thing turn into a copolith.

a jam in words
but I am listening for a melody about 1444 eastern ave
get back to you on that.

rocking jamming wireman

[WIREMAN]

like a cyclone, words
whipping out of a vortex
winding...up...up...up
from the bottom, spreading
out unto the heavens, me
you...judih...panta...lrod...D
Bob...cecil....sooz.....mnaz...
jimbo....hest....glorious...dove
4D....scoot....the soothing sounds
that become the story churning as
we glide to oz....to mobtown
big apple...black forest.....rio grande
o canada.....oregon......big waves
genuine tsunami's....ain't no running
in place...cryin' like onions...bigger than
paul bunyan's.....here to stay...words...words
words....words....I tell ya jack they rattle the page
it's all in the flow....come on home boy ready .....set...."GO!"

[stilltrucking]

the words in wet cement my words don't bend and flow, my words line up like cinder blocks, my words are flesh and blood, my words are never abstract, my words are magical spells, i think my words make ripples like a stone thrown in a still pond, my words have no music, they have no rhyme, they have too much reason, they have no rhythm, my words echo in the silence where you hear music, I am a total word freak, I do believe the word has become flesh, and in the biginning there was the word, and hot rod the local dj back in the fifties, used to ask what is the word, and the word was thunderbird, and I was raised on rock and roll and schmaltz herring.

I am not going to jam the eastern and caroline until I can here a beat a melody the sound the hum. but it is building like a tidal wave, I have felt the quake and now I wait for the words to catch up to the music.

I bet I have not deleted two posts over the past three years here and there, but all of a sudden I got tired of seeing me all over the place.

[judih]

yeah
wherever i go
there i am

whenever i turn
i'm right in front of me

what's goin on?
can't i leave me alone?

[stilltrucking]

there I am
every one I meet
there I am
everything I see
I am
tried to delete myself at the age of eight
a belt a closet a coat hook
just a curious kid
wondering what it would be like
to not be me anymore

eastern and caroline

[WIREMAN]

perpetually perpetuating
free to do the walk right in
on the fly and headin' down
eastern avenue, back towards
downtown, crossin' caroline and
what do I find.....new construction
on both sides of 1400 block....the
area between fells pt. and president
street a boom town....condos goin' for
half a mill where ya could'nt give the
property away a few years back...it's
a different o say can't ya see these daze
and the realestate mans takin' charge
yupsters are flockin' to the harbor
town by the bay........................................

[stilltrucking]

kindered souls walking a earth that is disapearing under our feet
the gone world, as much as i have read those pictures you'd a thunk I would remember how to spell

Ferlenghetti? even his name is a poem

thank black and white Charm city of the forties and the fifties just a silent movie for me now,

I heard a madman say "The Hindus built the temple and the Jews wired it for sound."

but then he would forget
and have to go visit Phip's clinic.

Me I remember Bohagers where me and jitterbug would scavenge for comic books, this in the days before bronze plaques and ferns, trucks unloading scrap paper, box cars full of paper bails.