January 2011
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“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant...”
– Hunter S. Thompson
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Apoca-lips. →
One hundred and four hours
after the declared state of red alert emergency
the internet finally went down.
I have heard the footsteps
of only three people
in this town
and I am beginning to miss it.
I have raided the kitchen pantries
of eight households
and am beginning to get hungry.
I have befriended three does
sauntering down the quiet streets,
the new burlesque walkers,
...
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seanhaiku:
1/22/11 - I don’t understand why they would call it spooning; spoons don’t get boners
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if you can make it through a cloudy day,
ether-eden:
then you can make it through the winter
if you can make it through the winter
then you can make it through.
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January →
January there are already parts of you I have forgotten, half-coated in the froth of celebration. Perhaps as the heat of the room plucks the liquid out of you the floor is less possibility and more coming back to earth. But the stain is there. The hardwood will not last as long as it otherwise might, and there is the warp, the way this house will be Pisa-leaned within a decade. When the realtors...