January 2012
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“I never wrote so much as a line worth a nickel when I was under the influence of...”
– Raymond Carver only posting this because that “Write drunk; edit sober” bullshit by Hemingway is circulating
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me: single white male; you: time traveller from the year 1992, bass player for gothy all-girl post-hardcore band, into the occult
Jonathan Richman - “I’m Young”...
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December 2011
27 posts
i accidentally morph into a major bummer after 2am each night/morning
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Not love, but love’s absence calls me back to you again from my sweet poorhouse. from Something Understood, by W. S. Di Piero
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Jonathan Richman - “Better” from the...
Maenad W. S. Di Piero —Roman copy of Greek original of late fifth century b.c. Before she rolls and stands, sheets eddied in oyster shell ridges so sharp around the deep thighs and bent knee I could cut myself on them, her head on the pillow bends to study what she’s become. I look down at her and see antiquity, a supplicant’s chiton pleats wilting from the torso, the slouching god...
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The Modern Lovers - Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
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But why should I humiliate myself now? You don’t polish windows in a car wreck. from Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen
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While browsing records just now, a dude looking for Michael Jackson albums: “You wanna know my two cents? He was a clone. They had t’ kill off the clone, see? The clone started t’ act up so they had t’ kill it off. But that’s just my two cents, y’know?”
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