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Booze & Pills: August 2006
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This is the only place I shop. Monday, August 28, 2006. I exited the market. And untied my dog. A hippie from the '70's. Travelled forward in time. To deliver a message. I was disappointed,. Was for my dog. Upset, I allowed her to. Reveal the secret to Ilse. You have a spirit. You watch over people. You have a good soul,". She whispered in Ilse's ear. To me she said:. I just gave you. A spirit dog.". I thanked her with words,. Ilse with her tongue. Posted by R Wisdom at 3:36 PM. Sunday, August 27, 2006.
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Booze & Pills: January 2007
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This is the only place I shop. Friday, January 26, 2007. Giving my lust to. With no shoes I’d tell him. Not to take it all at once. Try a little and see. Where it leads you;. If you like it, take a little more. Posted by J Rand at 10:32 PM. Tuesday, January 23, 2007. Hotdogging in the dive. Glassy, but thankfully, not. Cognizant of the outrage. With flurries swirling,. The hand is dealt. I immediately draw the joker. And tell him I’m not there. Hoping for the queen of hearts. Of the Jack of clubs,. He sh...
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Booze & Pills: September 2006
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This is the only place I shop. Saturday, September 23, 2006. A clenched jaw,. Eyes locked in a stare-down. With an empty beer bottle. Maybe she’s the one’s been. Sendin you those junk e-mails. Saying, No Flowers for Me,. Come Join Me for some. Wild Fkn with No Strings! Posted by J Rand at 10:22 AM. Monday, September 18, 2006. I bruised my foot. I wanted to dance. And have some fun. And I couldn't walk. So I drank some wine. And felt just fine. Today, I caught my. Finger with a hammer. And now I'm home.
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Booze & Pills: March 2007
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This is the only place I shop. Wednesday, March 28, 2007. At The Corner Of. In her salmon-skin dress. Not Novak’s, she says,. Or Kovak’s, or Blowvak’s. On the street she finds. A wall with bumps on it,. A whale shark of a building. Beached at the corner. O, God, she says,. Posted by J Rand at 12:28 PM. Sunday, March 18, 2007. You can walk right out it. If you’re not looking. Posted by J Rand at 1:45 PM. Monday, March 12, 2007. They’re not as sharp as they used to be. Dali’s mustache appears on the table.
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Booze & Pills: November 2006
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This is the only place I shop. Wednesday, November 29, 2006. Posted by J Rand at 9:09 PM. Tuesday, November 28, 2006. I'm like that man. Who goes to visit his relatives. And is upon arrival,. The extended family present. Mostly in-laws. I guess. I am married. My wife's. Kid has died,. But I'm not upset,. So I don't think I'm the father. Posted by R Wisdom at 1:41 PM. Sunday, November 26, 2006. The Secretary of Dreams. Forgive, pardon,. Put back into position, pay back? It was 2 am. I was starting to track.
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Hierophany: Farm Party, Spring 2014
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Its all a wash; we move, we walk, we travel and, yet, we rarely, really talk. Williams. Tuesday, April 22, 2014. Farm Party, Spring 2014. I Preface, Tuesday late afternoon, April 15. II (Several Hours Later.). Uh, I want to check out the camp sites." And then do you skank a shower? Seems kind of rude. But what would they do if you said, "Yeah, I just want a shower. I'll pay for the night." I don't know.) You go past an airport. There is literally an airport IN the park. It'd take ...We are leaving today&...
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Booze & Pills: October 2006
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This is the only place I shop. Monday, October 30, 2006. I am as though. You paid for it. Posted by J Rand at 5:55 PM. Tuesday, October 24, 2006. I’m hanging by a feather,. But I feel strong. Is some cushions beneath me,. Some fresh produce,. The gas man to arrive,. And a fluffy new dog. Have you seen my rhythm, Patience? It broke its leash;. It’s out painting the highways red,. Playing its own CDs. It’s allergic to magnets. Magnetism the reverse of drumbeats). Get close enough and the poles reverse:.
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Booze & Pills: February 2007
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This is the only place I shop. Sunday, February 25, 2007. I used to get so high. If I could get high. O, how well I could write. As the yoga master’s torso. Would last for five minutes. Did we smoke more then? Was the stuff better? Did we not worry as much. About money or jobs? Maybe all that,. Or maybe the creator. Has always known about grass. OK, I’ll give them a millon. Brain cells for grass. But once they go through those,. Posted by J Rand at 11:43 PM. Wednesday, February 21, 2007. Did you do a lot.
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Booze & Pills: April 2007
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This is the only place I shop. Saturday, April 14, 2007. So I’m a little boosy. Look out, love. Posted by J Rand at 11:41 AM. Tuesday, April 03, 2007. We're All Weak In Some Way. I’m telling you There’s a. Version of the bible. Out there where Adam. Posted by J Rand at 4:22 PM. McCain Chooses Running Mate. Haze Letter (To All the Friends Back Home). The loneliness of the chain-smoking alcoholic. It was a strange mix of booze and pills they had taken. Messed up, sure. But still writing.
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Booze & Pills: June 2007
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This is the only place I shop. Wednesday, June 13, 2007. Tell us the story. About the drinking man. Is that the same. As the laughing man? No, the drinking man. Is like the laughing man. The drinking man drinks. Posted by J Rand at 12:28 PM. McCain Chooses Running Mate. Haze Letter (To All the Friends Back Home). The loneliness of the chain-smoking alcoholic. It was a strange mix of booze and pills they had taken. Messed up, sure. But still writing.
