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More unhonest glass from the maker of cut and paste Wednesdays. Nothing going the way to stoke and thinking of, will never happen. Piles of short stories and notes for and sections of books I'm working on. Seems like not a damn thing is anywhere near being finished and over with. A light in someone's room, someone else's room, as Nabokov put it. From celebratory to derogatory, lately it all makes me a little more sick. Of it or myself what's the difference. Sure, a bit more disparaging of my own world than it all. Watched 'A Compulsive Oral Sex Slave 2' a little earlier, one of my favorite Japanese porn tix, came. Favorites, I am hating that word. This is my favorite cd, book, blah blah. Getting sick of that shit, and even writing, questioning the whole thing. But what else is there; with an absolute propensity for putting others out, how can I escape this paradise of pariah'n? There is not a separate way, or even a floatable milky, which is where I might go if I could enjoy and be enjoyed. Going along like happy ghosts among the blue ardor and white shiny dots. Laughing lightly because it wasn't funny, it was just kind of perfect with everything not being exactly fucked. But here now on this duophonic ball of blue, I'm caught between, I want so much at the same time I seem to get nothing - all at once. My perpetual wanton want for both viviparous vivacit alacrit Japanese women, yes I want to hear a woman I love tell me she's pregnant, and smooth soft but with a hardness and warmth, where is the word for that, creamy boys with loose hair in their late teens totally calm but vivid and absolutely into advanced mathematics but open minded, and who are just starting college; it tears in one leaving my bed half full. So I'm angry at you and your favorite songs too, why? Because your favorite songs can't even begin to express my lateral feel my bitter and expansive parse at this moment, nor can it lull me or comfort as if I was shattered glass only it wanted to touch, with it's well placed bridge and clever phrasings.

In lieu of art

Matthew Jeanes at brainwashed has posted a very interesting news story, from his post:

'Organizers of a Drum n Bass party outside of Salt Lake City, Utah had their proceedings shut down violently by police and the Utah National Guard over the weekend. Rather than ride up with a handful of cops to unplug the soundsystem (the logical way to kill any party) the authorities swarmed the crowd with a helicopter, men in camoflage uniforms carrying machine guns, and police dogs. Reports from the event detail heavy-handed and violent tactics used by the cops to subdue and arrest party-goers, and the stories are beginning to surface online along with video and pictures. The cops contend that the organizers didn't have the required permits for the party, something the promoter denies. The first-hand account of Evol Intent DJ Knick is enough to scare anyone off of the rave scene: Knick's story. A video has landed online showing the militaristic seige: Pulling theplug. More first-hand accounts are popping up here: UTrave.org'

There's also this article from Utah's Hark Herald, where a guest commented, "Video tells no lie.... police state, illegal raid." Oh yes, for further info see the story on wikinews (pictures included) and daily rotten. Enjoy!

possible bc cover

possible bc cover
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well i've been away for a week or so, out of town. went to see basquiat at lamoca, which was wonderful. he's been my favorite artist since i was a kid. they didn't have p-z, but it was still amazing, and they had downtown 81 playing in their cinema.

it sucks that i don't really know anyone outside of my family around here who even knows who basquiat is. after the exhibit i felt really sad, i mean for jean, about him, it's really sad that he's gone. i really missed him, even though i never knew him. but it felt like i had.

got stuck in los feliz for a while and spent some time around hollywood, i really am thinking about moving there. maybe pasadena or long beach, or whatever, i don't know.

so, the image here is a cover for a book i'm trying to finish, it's for very young kids like four and under. i'm hoping to get some constructive criticism on this version of it. hopefully i can post some more things later, i'm finishing up a large painting and have some music to recommend. later all you wizards and tongue lickers.

woman colors mind

woman colors mind
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love fish music, fish light music, that was some track i did which nobody liked, well at least the people i did it for, well to get them to like it to release it so others could like it feel it, but that was years ago. i'm thinking of that maybe because of the three word titles a lot of stuff has lately. this is something i did tonight, an escape from the book covers i had been working on durring the day, even though they're for one of my books. yes, this is maybe a piece i could let go of and like. and much scaled down here.

lindsay lindsay lindsay

lindsay lindsay lindsay
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everybody seems to like this one. and personally i really do too. i've done dozens of other pieces that follow after this one in a series of sorts. her face is like a mona lisa, i mean the more i mess with it and color it and take away and add, the more things i see in it and see it as. this was the first one, and so probably the best. she was an old friend, well childhood friend. but now i don't really know her at all. though as far as i know her family really likes this, though she probably just thinks it's weird. and you should probably ignore all that and take the image as it is, i mean i don't know, shouldn't it work that way? maybe, i mean it never does.

the original is 16in x 16in, early 2005

21st century writer

21st century writer
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yes,

this has always been one of my favorites

and if you've read below you know, i've

heavy best seller primes!

but it's fine with me.

(collage, roughly 11in x 14in, early 2004)