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Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) Showdown in the Castillo del Morro: Sex and La Petite Mort: In the Age of Consenting Adults pt 1 of 2 “Why can’t I get just one fuck? Why can’t I get just one fuck? I guess it’s got something to do with luck But I
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Isaiah Jones versus the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) ‘Epilogue American Woman: Raw* “When You Grow Up, If You Still Feel Raw About It, I’ll Be Waiting.” -(Bleep Bleep) Epilogue American Woman: Raw The name on the mailbox read The Spears family of the City of Pasadena’ a google search listed a 56-year-old Pricilla and
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Isaiah Jones versus the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) Chapter 9 pt 2 ‘War Pigs’ “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.” -Albert Einstein. “Almost all human behavior and activity is not essentially any different from animal behavior. The most advanced technologies and craftsmanship bring us,
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Excerpt from novel Tramp the chapter TRAMP: ‘Trying to be the Shepherd: New Year’s Day 2001’ “The truth is, you’re the weak and I am the tyranny of evil men. But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the shepherd.” -Jules Winfield Wake up, Son, we gotta get back to the room to
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Bukowski In Hell dedicated to bad writers Charles Bukowski is in hell doing 14 billion sits up a day before bench-pressing the Earth and Venus by ramming his veined purple onion through the planets poles so he would have a bar long enough and strong enough to hold the weight of two worlds. After his
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Waiting for the Miracle. Watching her barefoot body moving to invisible music, she is a sentient flower dancing with the wind. And “I just want to destroy something Beautiful.”
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The Science of Poetry I Einstein’s incendiary ideas words arranged in an idea of order mathematical sequencing it is the intellectual alchemy of the dead watchmaker thoughts boiled in time reduced in a nanosecond of synaptic flash to the ashen essence of humanity the pure black symmetry of silhouette in shadow tarot cards tossed into
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My Goth Name Is Becky a Blues poem for Sarah Vowell. I sing the suburban American girl electric blues. I sing the red haired, white skinned, blues eyed girl bottom shelf vodka tonic ice blues. I sing the suffragette, subjugated, suppression blues. Harmonic wail of the locomotive steel slide upscale dive bar blues. Twenty first century
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Drunken Muse Date Raped: Gives Birth To Out Of Wedlock Poem Tonight the poems come Like the girls who fall over with their legs in the air. Sometimes the poems come quick as a school boy on prom night Drunk on sweet wine, another sordid stain Added to a rented tux. It’s like that when
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