triple threat

a forgone conclusion. a shallow limited interpretation of an impartial will and testament. a tribute to my egalitarian kingdom of men and shrews. a focus and reprieve. a masterfully orchestrated scheme, and a tragic scheme.

sentimental and repressive, a final reproach and an old wound mended.

background, foreground, everything in an extracurricular shade of the blues. visceral and evocative, provoking and preventing, picking ourselves up off the pavement and soldiering on to the uneventful and eventual end in store for us.

the feeling of the bottom of the well is the feeling at the bottom of the well.

a fixture and an apparent fracture in an otherwise perfect shield. Forgone conclusions and repetitive monarchies hold us entranced and enchanted and fully encompassed. We are alone on a saturday night once again my dear, and this dress does not befit a lady.

more and more, we can less and less see ourselves in broad daylight. more or less we are melting in the middle, and ultimately fissures begin as cracks and spread like wildfire on the veneer of your stoic, softly spoken expression.


-- I don't understand

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I feel like being infinite.

Leopardskin Pillbox Hat

World 1:

Ernest Hemingway, Ron Silliman's new sentence, Robert Kroetsch and the carnivalesque, Nihlism, Jacques Derrida's Deconstructive Philosophy, Gilles and Deleuze's Rhizome, Kerouac's "On The Road", Eloquence and Articulation, Burroughs and Bukowski, Jazz.

World 2:

Tires, Radiators, Engines, Mufflers, Constant Velocity Joints, Universal Joints, Dust Boots, Grease, Brake Dust, Calipers, Drums, Flat Rate, Modules and Diagrams, Electrical, Magnetism, Formulas, Coefficient of Friction, Clutches, Power Tools, Air Tools, Coveralls.


How do I reside in these two worlds?

you know...

i do too. and that's about all i have to say, for now.. expect more in a few hours, maybe tomorrow.

yeah, probably tomorrow.