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 I can watch these last live performances of The Beatles over and over again. These are some of my favorite images of them as a band. The tension is palpable as the impending end of the group was drawing near, but they were still amazing

 I have been waiting for this day for awhile. I am going to see RADIOHEAD tonight. It is supposedly a rain or shine show in an outdoor venue. We'll see what happens, but I am not feeling too hopefull about tonight

 I have spent the last two weekends visiting Steve in Jackson. I don't usually get too personal on my journal,  but I have been burning to log the feelings I have had for the past couple of weeks. I hurt Steve in a big way. I was a selfish ass, and I lied about some stuff, and I am paying for it big time. I am paying for it because I lied to the ( Read more... )

To my friend

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        Always gets me thinking of my past. It was April of 2001. I was 28, married, and living in Staten Island New York. I was married for four years at this point, but with my wife since I was 17 years old.  A couple of months earlier, I had discovered the evils of the internet (hehe), and stumbled upon my first look at "bears". Oh wow, there ( Read more... )

I am going to change this one up a bit. I used to write a bit of poetry, so since this is Poetry month, I thought I would post one of my own from a few year's back.....

Lobotomy

This beating organ in the chest
moving fluid, undulating
under a protection of bone vest
would best be a conduit,
just a vessel for red cells and white cells
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 I have listened to this about 15 times. It is Janelle Monae. I heard her the first time about two years ago when the IDLEWILD soundtrack first came out.  She was discovered by BIG BOI from Outkast. She is a really unique performer, and I like the fact that she writes her own music and lyrics- which are quite mature for a 23 year old. I have been ( Read more... )

Homo Will Not Inherit

by Mark Doty
Downtown anywhere and between the roil 
of bathhouse steam-up there the linens of joy 
and shame must be laundered again and again,

all night-downtown anywhere 
and between the column of feathering steam 
unknotting itself thirty feet above the avenue’s

shimmered azaleas of gasoline, 
between the steam and the ruin 
of ( Read more... )

Nick and Steve, Alan in the background


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  Since 
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