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He ran into his own father at a bar after 20 years loss, the old man missing an index finger and begging for drink. Took him home. "Let's steal the parrot! We'll get hundreds for her at the pet store." Never stole the parrot. Died of cancer. Parrot died recently.


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You know the books I read are good because you can't find them anywhere but no fucking place.  There are plenty of good used book stores in NYC but I don't have the time to read in the city nor the fortitude to read by lamp-light in a cave. 

one hand washes the other and the two wash the face.  old cuban cliches glow out of his mouth and look good on you.  the curious looks don't say what you think they do.  in a photograph, let's say, there was myself: light-headed transparent and nauseous, lazy eye trained on you or the camera.  you: smiling solid perfect hips.  this is when I take ( Read more... )

The Curious Case was a good movie.  By now this has all floated around previously.  You know this.  I know you know this.  But it should be brought to one's attention how much the movie seems to rely on The Tin Drum.  Yes, yes.  The best parts all belong to Oskar and his devotees.  Every time you take a breath or feel guilty, see a good film or a ( Read more... )

New Year!  May I write everyday, atone for precarious habits with new ones, may the next six books I read be as good as the last and may I, Lord may I, find music which is fresh and alive, may my classes in London be well and my professors brilliant, may I do all my work, may I get away with not doing all of my work should I choose not to, may my ( Read more... )

I too experience bouts of nausea in the morning for little or no reason.  I also enjoy peeing on other's property.  When I am nervous I am like you, with ticks that give me away.  I enjoy the smell of my own sweat and stink, despise airplanes and cats, chase after squirrels and short skirts.  I like to believe that I am leading the way.  I enjoy ( Read more... )

any day now I'll give birth from my ear, swollen red and deaf.  I went to the ER last year, sometime after midnight in November.  I, equipped with a thumb that had only recently begun to expand but which was nonetheless ready to give birth to a child, a little Satan, farther along in his gestation than a 5-year-old, who held his breathe for fear of ( Read more... )

In a dream, I murdered a beggar who accosted me on the street.  I shoved her into a book and stomped on it, then tossed her and it into a sewer grate, heard the plip-plop of shit meeting shit.  In another, I clung to a bag of my belongings despite the stewardess's directions, causing some sort of imbalance in the dreamverse so that the plane quaked ( Read more... )

Listening to Why? with some kids beating on buckets, Saves the Day with a guy screaming "CUNT" over and over, toothless gospel mixing in with The Modern Lovers.  Some of the most powerful are when the train plummets into the station at the perfect moment, or when the sound of my back being tossed back and forth against the doors steps perfectly ( Read more... )