Why not instead, act
calm inside and excited
outside. #publicfun.
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Toad Gets Thumped by Car In Search For Love OR Look Both Ways, Move Quickly While Crossing the Street
Dwayne: toad, approaches
leaf on a busy highway.
*Hkaoump* Dwayne: 1 *thump*… (null).
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Saxophone Heroes Aside, Big Thoughts
Who knows what to do?
Like Michael Remy says, life:
51-49.#isn’titallguessworkbrah?
#MichaelRemyissosmart
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Another Sleep Haiku For You OR Its a Switch With a Switch
I am brought to this
conclusion: sleep eludes with
opportunityWho am I, as a
man who has, not to give when
I can? Offeringmy time, energy, heavy
eyelids and sense of day come.
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Weekly Writing Challenge – (Another) Ode to Kurt Vonnegut
We exist a screen
to filter waste. Various
chasms to full-fill.Here is a man, doomed
to repeat himself to death.
He is filled of full.Here is a man, doomed
to repeat himself to death.
He is filled of full.Here is a man, doomed
to repeat himself tWordPress has a weekly writing challenge found HERE.
I have, thus far, successfully participated two weeks in a row.
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One of Amy’s favorites. Still working on this.
I have trouble with
simple, though mostly in thought
I: complicated.But I strive for less
to achieve more with short strokes
I: simplicity.
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Weekly Writing Challenge – Familial Hand Drill
WordPress has a weekly writing challenge found HERE.
I want to say that I’ll participate in it weekly, but I’m sure I’ll forget sometime. In any case, here is my submission for this week.
My dad has his dad’s
dad’s hand drill. Someday I will.
Passed down through ages.#drillingholesforwires
#littleelbowgrease
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Spending Time With Others Occasionally Destructs the Self
I’m not sure what just happened
It was short and long
and no one really answeredI have some questions
Not sure what they are
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I am a Cannon in a Crib
The rich get richer
and I continue to drink
on Mondays. Still life.I am like a painting and
I am like a painting and…
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I’ve Got to Grow Up, Grow a Pair, Grow Into My Life, Shoes, Self, Grow a Beard, Grow tomatoes, Grow Money, and Sleep ALSO I Can’t Sleep.
Days are long, awake.
I prod my eyes to close. CLOSE.
Sleep still eludes me.
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Beware a Man-Child Scorned ALSO I’ll Eat Your Morning With Blueberries and Honey
I am childlike in
my self-discipline. Charming
in self-obsession.I start sentences
with “I” almost always. I
am afraid of fear.When confronted with
the probability of
being wrong, I rage.Both the gluttoness
and the more fury-like state.
I am childlike out.
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Interwebz, You’ve Got Dumb Friendz
“Your beautiful, ’nuff
said.”: not a real thing to say.
So, so, so, stupid.
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YEAH?! Yeah…
I’d say there are things
that piss me off > being wrong.
That’d be a lie.Except maybe being told
that I’m wrong. I guess that’s worse.
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Speaking is Difficult Under Duress OR Not Speaking is Difficult
Frustration, timing
and the ability to
hold my tongue is lostIts like watching your
own train wreck and liking it.
Though, guilt. Fast and hot.
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Poem for Bean
Let’s drink warm drinks,
play games, sing songs, be merry
and love each other.Let’s make up words and
have adventures, take some risks
and love each other.Let’s go places in and
out of our current city,
and let’s love each other.Let’s hold hands and get
drunk and laugh hard at others
and let’s love each other.Let’s kiss and smile
both for cameras and people
and let’s love each other.Let’s be friends today,
tomorrow, the next day, next
and let’s love each other.
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Alliteration is Stupid OR Brakes Break and Wakes Wake.
I am broken, blue.
Beleaguered, buoyant bodies
blowing in beachside.I had a dream about helicopters, dead bodies, and my girlfriend being disgusted by the T-shirt I wore to her family dinner.
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Walking the Mall OR Children…
When one walks the mall,
it would be my suggestion:
try and trip children.
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Much Cooler Than Most Things
BLAHGSHARE!
“Altered Books” from what I can glean, is one of many awesome things I wish I had thought of.
Old book – many of the words = poetry.
(I’m going to steal this idea)
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This is For the Nightingales and Butlers of the World
Many of my friends
hate superfluous hellos.
Grumpy silent types.
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Dick’s Den and Those Less Indoctrinated
Sitting in a bar.
Coming to terms with myself.
People are dumbholes.“Can I have a blowjob shot?”
“Yeah… this is Dick’s Den. We don’t…”
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UPDATE!
New recordings on the “RECORDINGS” page.
Nick Weckman’s arrangement of “Silence is the Question” is beautiful.
The “Dracula” is actually “Nosferatu.” The video is a teaser of the full movie that we provided improvised music.
The beautyofmyland video is from a few years ago. Hal and Al’s is a fun place for a video. (Weird gig I remember)
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I Learned How to Get Fat By Accident
When I was a kid
there was nothing better than
faygo, salty chips.I could lay around
playing video games and
eating chips all day.#
for real
#forreal
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A Good Day Brings Bad Tidings In Brain-spaces OR CyclicalIsCyclicalIsCyclical
Delusion, broken
legs and lives and broken heads.
Not today? Victory.
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Time Slayer
Sometimes working is
pulling arm-hairs whilst being
occasionallyrewarded; monetary
values oft variable.
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Quiet Child, Child Quiet
As a kid, I spent
loads of time alone, being.
As an adult, same.Like basting a big turkey,
comfort in comfort takes time.
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