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This LJ will be retired soon, and archived at the Big New Blog. Stay tuned for details.

Meanwhile, pay attention - your dog is trying to teach you stuff  like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.

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It's been awhile since I've written about the smoking thing. On June 26th it was six months since I quit.

So, yeah. It's fine. At the library yesterday I moved from one area to another because there was this guy who smelled very strongly of cigarettes. I don't go around making faces at smokers or anything. I just avoid them. They stink and I am glad ( Read more... )

CHAOS: THE BROADSHEETS OF ONTOLOGICAL ANARCHISM

Pyrotechnics

INVENTED BY THE CHINESE but never developed for war--a fine example of Poetic Terrorism--a weapon used to trigger aesthetic shock rather than kill--the Chinese hated war & used to go into mourning when armies were raised--gunpowder more useful to frighten malign demons, delight ( Read more... )

you held me

and

you had no idea how lovely you were

and

you are still

beautiful

without me.

~KM

I disappeared.

When I came back to visit, there was a party game.

What was the question? Something about a burning house and what would you save?

Or was it the other question, about kicking a horse to death to free political prisoners?

I hate those games. So I set my own house on fire and then I apologized to the horse.

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You, God, who live next door-
If at times, through the long night,
I trouble you
with my urgent knocking-
this is why:
I hear you breathe so seldom..

..As it happens, the wall between us
is very thin
Why couldn’t a cry
from one of us
break it down?
It would crumble
easily

~Rainer Maria Rilke

I'm just asking.

~KM

I am sick. I blame airplanes and airports.

Bah.

Water, sleep, repeat.

CHAOS: THE BROADSHEETS OF ONTOLOGICAL ANARCHISM

The Assassins

ACROSS THE LUSTER OF the desert & into the polychrome hills, hairless & ochre violet dun & umber, at the top of a dessicate blue valley travelers find an artificial oasis, a fortified castle in saracenic style enclosing a hidden garden ( Read more... )

We are poets, we're soldiers
We're children of the night
With the turn of a dial we're sanctified
We are the rebels who carry your names
We'll learn from your history and bury your pain
Please wait for us, it's not too late for us

I remain among the believers

Out in the desert where the gypsy pirates ride
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