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My Last Public Entry
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Remembrance of Things Past
Just now as I burned the toast -- a lovely crusty white bread, none of this still-soft-after-you-toast-it business. As I burned the toast, but lightly, so that the top of each slice was slightly blackened, then middle golden brown and bottom white, but hardened, crispy. As I burned the toast, as I smelled the burnt toast, I did recall the time we ( Read more... ) -
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The burn being one that could be gotten used to, I could get used to that burn, that rug burn. But getting used to the burn not the desired effect. The burn should continue to fucking burn. It must sting and gnaw and growl and gnash at every opportunity. And I should, myself, grapple with said burn, oh, burn, blazed ( Read more... ) -
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What Rob objected to finally was not so much the slowness, nor the cheapness. It was not those emphatic black roots inches beyond the scalp, nor those unambiguously teal and plastic track pants, ruffling with each shambling, rocking stride -- the entire body moving as one, side to side, this motion easier somehow than bending a joint. No, it was ( Read more... ) -
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Walking toward central timing. Timing centrality toward walking without sensation. Sensation without sensation. Sensation of walking toward time, but central and timing the walking, though central to sensation is walking through timing toward center. But timing the walking, the walking sensation. Timing the walking sensation toward centrality ( Read more... ) -
Mildly Drunk Livejournal Entry #3
The pound and the three are on the same key, which makes entry #3 especially easy to note. [I wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy.] But so the point is-- this is no point to be espousing a point. No point at which to hammer down intelligences of this and that. No point to this or that ( Read more... )
