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aurora [Dec. 30th, 2006|09:14 pm]
the superior murray
my cigarette-stained fifty dollar second love is



taking up my whole room
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one hundred and thirty per cent. [Dec. 23rd, 2006|04:50 pm]
the superior murray
[Current Mood |chipperbarabajagal]
[Current Music |nico]

scenes and snippets from recent life, in a particularly incorrect order:

wind: the aftermath of the end of the world! trying to fly by umbrella and achieving liberation from the grav machine! officers chided me as I climbed on trees as the trees crushed cars and the wind blew and blew (the siding from homes like papier mache!) and (this part I take liberties with, I romanticize) we were all born again (because I was, and am time and time repeating) in a crushing revelation of the most psychedelic sort - a grand illusion where we burn the wool and it smells like the cold, ah, but good.

the pony: a light and listing shade of grey, hopefully sheltered from men like me.
I will eat you.
to every place that shakes from day to day and solid, heavy, sober trees.
I will crawl in and scream.
from the lust and lust and the lust that I hide, you will spy! on me and
deny the night and when you're ready I will let you in.
friends, please read these words and listen with your chest, and your fingertips,
and nurture in me what I think is good.

my unrequited passion for everything, but some things such as symbiotic dreams more than others:
it's a different spin, a colorful lisp, some ants jumping big, brother bigger than
you would know what to do
with a cacophonous grin, some meaningless tips on how and where and
who and of what velocity are you?
climb inside my eyes and feast on wonderful knowledge
I will dry my eyes on your dress,-the comfort in velour!,
we don't know how to rhyme but the sparks we bounce shine within lines of
our making; we're in perfect time due to our own soma's dues yes it's paying
us back for the lies we've been through and soon oh yes soon we will be
all let out and our souls will climb out of chimneys in roofs and collide as
only two liquids of different density can, we will curl and squeeze and
you'll pull on my knees and ask please hey huh why? can't we be free like
the melodies

tumbling into a warm and gentle, we
flip it out, we bust it
down, I look you in the eyes
crisp cabbage?! percolating piercing primitive
lovely stares - bright light really really burning
intense hope for human race
sing in with cheers, and I will show you the top to the
top to the top of the mountain.

(
                                   )
and this, hey, queen, is where you sat,
but I flailed and broke your lustrous marquee
later (when I'm not Kerouac and man you ain't Platt)
I'll figure out how to dive in and then - we!
as an entity, we!
what we, we, embrace is irrelevant
just that fact, lost and charming and so painfully bright
and paisley and plaid and deliciously mad.
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technology is an animal disease/I want to be beautiful, not realistic. [Dec. 17th, 2006|08:16 pm]
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[Current Music |Gronlandic Edit]

I had it figured out, written down, ready, and my computer crashed?! I feel disgusted with my faith in digital things. Count to infinity and the words will rewrite themselves? My head melts.
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(no subject) [Nov. 28th, 2006|11:21 pm]
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Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

The new love of my life.
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(no subject) [Nov. 27th, 2006|08:46 pm]
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[Current Mood |determinedvenetian drought.]
[Current Music |of Montreal - Eros' Entropic Tundra]

I've been in Auburn for almost a week now post-hernia-surgery and it's starting to be less peaceful and more depressing. Maybe, though, that's because I didn't eat any percocet today after a few days of popping nonstop, and my body wants its usual release through beautiful opioid blur. I dunno.

Come visit me at my parents' house (via appt only, of course. pre-screening applies as per usual). Have a smoke and check out my scar. Let me tell you all about how excellent Zelda for the Wii is, and we'll talk about skinema and cliterature and what's changed and who's like what and so on and so forth.
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Life in a glasshouse, or, how I learned to stop worrying and love the hernia. [Nov. 5th, 2006|11:56 pm]
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[Current Location |1513 e madison st apt b]
[Current Mood |obscene, wist, wet feet.]
[Current Music |radiohead.]

My name is Lucas, and there is a tear in my lower abdominal muscle wall through which my guts are trying to escape - I can't say as I really blame them; I'd probably do the same were our positions switched. How I'd hate to be stuck in my guts. I tried to coax them back in today with a drenching long walk in the gloomy blurry atlantis that is Seattle, but they continue to mutiny. Walking on my legs becomes difficult to do after a period of time, without fail, and lifting things larger than a mid-sized tupperware is right out. Logically I am useless at my job yet they (the employers or their corporate representatives) for some reason do not want to fix me. I get paid 80% of my wages (which is still somewhat decent) to read books, pick up cigarette butts with a claw, and flirt with the middle-aged women in the office. I'm working on building a decent credit debt to keep me in check for a selection of the upcoming years.

Life is frustrating and occasionally questionable in reason when you are basically incapable of spreading the seed, lifting a large case of beef jerky, or bowling with a ball heavier than 10 lbs. I have drugs, guitars, a couch, wet shoes. I have melodies but need a muse. (Now accepting applicants. Willingness to deal with torpid hernia love/epic battles between inner enthusiasm and ennui/incredible self-love and -loathing all musts.)
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play me. [Oct. 15th, 2006|02:28 am]
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[Current Mood |coldzombie gold rush]
[Current Music |beirut.]

I am a rusty
accordion & I
operate on carlo
rossi wishes
rain lucky
filters nickels
sleepy humor
the robot,
live interpretations
of aging sayings
see speak listen
punctuality in others
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(no subject) [Oct. 4th, 2006|02:34 am]
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the new best monday rules:
be set free and set yourself free.
force and choice.

ends! beginnings! stigma and opportunity tapping on your chest
in an endless addicting rhythm!

this isn't what any of you, learned readers, are here for.

I have no motor skills, incidentally.
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(no subject) [Jul. 22nd, 2006|04:37 pm]
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Dear Rat Bastard,

Thank you for stealing the faceplate of my stereo out of my newly purchased used car. Let this be a lesson to me not to drive and, more importantly, park drunk, questionably leaving the door unlocked. Should your life of petty and unrewarding crime continue, allow a few pointers from myself:

1. Most faceplates have release buttons; the manufacturers include them to expedite the theft process. Your chances of damaging the unit will be lessened by not ripping it and the entire front panel off of the stereo.

2. When rifling through a car for things to steal in the future, it is probably not in your best interest to overlook items such as books full of cds, soda cans, and my wallet with cash. After all, you're probably poor, and money/things worth money are useful to combat that poordom thing.

3. Why the fuck did you steal my interior dome lightbulbs? Do you have a 1991 Eclipse with burned out interior dome lights? No? What the shit?!

That is all,

610 NSD


P.S. Thank you for not ejecting my Belle & Sebastian cd. Now it's sitting in my car for me to look at but I can't get it out. Dick.
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I met sir mix-a-lot and he didn't have a cane at all. [Apr. 26th, 2006|07:19 pm]
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cosmic masquerade party saturday night, say farewell forever to Mister Goetz, Tobias as he sets sail for the isles of dredge. masque and hide yourself or lie and don't.
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