Before the weight of dusk, I paint my windows
the color of your long sigh wetting basalt stone

and then I ease into a vision we have on loan,
set it on repeat, and drift into the rhythmic

skips of our settling in every slurred syllable, 
the lost jazzman's tsst-tsst'ing from his flashing

high-hat.  My skin itches in a falsetto high C 
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12:53.59

Not bad for the first one, but certainly not enough to satisfy me.  One wonders what accomplishing that will take...

Anyone want to donate to my "Let's Get An Even More Ridiculous Bike" fund?

I'm probably upgrading my account here soon enough, so hopefully I'll have some pictures up for all of you when I get them developed.

looking at a 5000+ mile road trip this summer...anyone interested in joining me?

Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note

Lately, I've become accustomed to the way
The ground opens up and envelopes me
Each time I go out to walk the dog.
Or the broad edged silly music the wind
Makes when I run for a bus...

Things have come to that.

And now, each night I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
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it is a half-colored morning
where my head will not clear,
the frost, now fully settled in,
has hung family pictures
on all those walls left bare.

...

i dreamt last night of bagatelles,
chiaroscuro, and tiramisu -
words danced a schottische
and gossiped in corners
about numbers defying rule:

sneaking into strange beds,
   revealing instructions for love.

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a day filled with looking at art online - one of rembrandt's self-portrait's:


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Quote of the day:

"You can't fake endurance"

http://www.ifilm.com/video/2837986

This issue is the one that has been one all our minds lately.  Bad juju in the works, and no one wants to even talk about it - how sad.  Perhaps we'll worry more about campaign contributions for at least another week, then see what happens.

fridays, are good days, as they are the where i upgrade my small, innocent-looking white thermos of coffee with undertones of the elite and sophisticated who drink better and more cafefully roasted coffee than the rest of us, to the giant, "i'll be hiding in the bushes of your front lawn right before i kill you" camo-colored thermos.

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