i had an idea the other day that i would like to write a poem with scratch and sniff stickers from the 80s.
the 80s being my childhood of course.
something like:
when my mom neglects me i feel like : *sticker of a pickle wearing a ten gallon hat and boots smelling like pickle*
when i feel alienated i feel like : *sticker of garfield eating a chocolate cake smelling like chocolate*
when i masturbate i feel like : *sticker of an orange with the words "orange-tastic" smelling like orange*
when i think about my self worth i feel like : *sticker of a black hole smelling like black hole*
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tao lin said he would send me his book to "shit-talk review". I cannot guarantee a shit-talk review until i really read the book but i will provide an honest review which most people view as shit-talking anyways so i think it is safe to say i will shit-talk in the review.
he also mentioned he needed/wanted it to be published in a "large forum". I have no idea what a large forum is. If there are any large forums that would like to publish my review please contact me.
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a brief gchat snippet with my girlfriend:
Gena: i can't believe there's only been like 17 people to enter blake's contest
me: that's how it always is
i hate ppl
Gena: :(
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
i saw a black pigeon pecking at cracked cement for nourishment and named it loneliness
with the arrival came a marsh.
i ordered and received Blake Butler's "Scorch Atlas" a week or so ago. it is hard to discern. i don't really pay attention to time.
the book arrived thoroughly destroyed. it adds to the charm. seriously.
when it arrived i tore it open and started reading it. the structure of words==intensity. soon after i started reading it a puddle emerged from below my carpet. the puddle has gotten bigger and more pungent.
i have no clue what it is. i'll take a pic soon.
after the first puddle another puddle made its face known in my carpet. this time in a different location.
i have no concrete evidence that SA is to blame but my hunch is that it is.
i have not finished the book yet and won't speak fully on it until i do. but half way through my dick is hard and my mouth is salivating furiously and it has been a long time since i felt that way from reading a book.
blake is giving away a couple copies of SA over at his blog. If you don't have the book, go enter in the fucking contest. it's not hard. so many people don't want to put forth any effort for something. it is odd to me.
the entries should be in the 100's by now.
don't be a lame dick. go get the book.
on another topic, people keep asking me to do shit and it's really fucking with my mind.
i am not sure why.
expectations.
i ordered and received Blake Butler's "Scorch Atlas" a week or so ago. it is hard to discern. i don't really pay attention to time.
the book arrived thoroughly destroyed. it adds to the charm. seriously.
when it arrived i tore it open and started reading it. the structure of words==intensity. soon after i started reading it a puddle emerged from below my carpet. the puddle has gotten bigger and more pungent.
i have no clue what it is. i'll take a pic soon.
after the first puddle another puddle made its face known in my carpet. this time in a different location.
i have no concrete evidence that SA is to blame but my hunch is that it is.
i have not finished the book yet and won't speak fully on it until i do. but half way through my dick is hard and my mouth is salivating furiously and it has been a long time since i felt that way from reading a book.
blake is giving away a couple copies of SA over at his blog. If you don't have the book, go enter in the fucking contest. it's not hard. so many people don't want to put forth any effort for something. it is odd to me.
the entries should be in the 100's by now.
don't be a lame dick. go get the book.
on another topic, people keep asking me to do shit and it's really fucking with my mind.
i am not sure why.
expectations.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
you can live in my heart and pay no rent
fuck. what happened? labor day weekend was crazy.
friday night i drank $100 + worth of belgian beer with my friend nino. later that night i got in a fight with my neighbors.
i really don't like explaining myself. i think sam pink is the only person i know who interprets what i say/write correctly without any follow up by me.
in the end, everything is a question of heart.
saturday was more street fair.
sunday i left for balboa pier with the girlfriend and boy in tow. i skipped the street fair for the most part.
monday was pure debauchery.
i feel broken and exhausted today.
i did learn a viking helmet brings a sense of empowerment. sort of like shooting/holding a firearm. the mounted horns induced many compliments from the lady folk. it was a strange happening. also, men frequently sought me out for challenge.
despite our best efforts, we are still territorial beasts.
anyways, let's talk about words and shit.
i am currently reading Molly Gaudry's "We Take Me Apart" and taking notes for a review i need to write up. I am going to be interviewing her too. Email me any questions you want to ask Molly if ya got questions to be asked.
I took over this thing from Paul Toth named "poesy planet". basically it is a poetry podcast.
i am going to change many things about it. probably everything including the name.
i will be sending an email out soon asking for words to be read and recorded.
expect the email.
both my heads hurt.
friday night i drank $100 + worth of belgian beer with my friend nino. later that night i got in a fight with my neighbors.
i really don't like explaining myself. i think sam pink is the only person i know who interprets what i say/write correctly without any follow up by me.
in the end, everything is a question of heart.
saturday was more street fair.
sunday i left for balboa pier with the girlfriend and boy in tow. i skipped the street fair for the most part.
monday was pure debauchery.
i feel broken and exhausted today.
i did learn a viking helmet brings a sense of empowerment. sort of like shooting/holding a firearm. the mounted horns induced many compliments from the lady folk. it was a strange happening. also, men frequently sought me out for challenge.
despite our best efforts, we are still territorial beasts.
anyways, let's talk about words and shit.
i am currently reading Molly Gaudry's "We Take Me Apart" and taking notes for a review i need to write up. I am going to be interviewing her too. Email me any questions you want to ask Molly if ya got questions to be asked.
I took over this thing from Paul Toth named "poesy planet". basically it is a poetry podcast.
i am going to change many things about it. probably everything including the name.
i will be sending an email out soon asking for words to be read and recorded.
expect the email.
both my heads hurt.
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