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Random Scratches: May 2006
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Wednesday, May 03, 2006. Gently they bend and bow. He massages the air between his hands. He tells you what you want to hear from him. Tells you his story. Tells you it true. He holds his head high. He hears your eyes saying yes. He holds you in his hands. And you have to believe. Posted by Mat @ 8:49 PM. Tampa, Florida, United States. View my complete profile. If silence breaks and no one is around to sweep it. So heres the transcription of a chat I had with a. I am being swallowed by my own nihilism.
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Random Scratches: September 2007
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Tuesday, September 25, 2007. The Volvo was followed by a mangled grey sedan spinning side over side shedding plastic and metal and glass. Other cars pile out of the sky like raindrops gone to gut tearing chunks out of concrete. The cats are throwing them. Only they aren't cats. Not exactly. The fact that they were tossing cars like so much string may have given it away though. Their hair stands out in silhouette. Posted by Mat @ 11:01 PM. Sunday, September 23, 2007. Posted by Mat @ 9:28 PM.
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Random Scratches: April 2006
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Saturday, April 22, 2006. Light like so much liquor. And days that roll away. They wake up stranger. Would we have approved. Posted by Mat @ 10:45 PM. Thursday, April 20, 2006. Hey, here's a couple of works in progress. Makes no never mind to me,. Feel free to watch. She stood straight, questioning. Eyes set in smooth complexion-. Darkness brought from Congo or Compton-. Looking for an answer. Standing alone as friends answered necessity. I answered and talked and rubbed the back of my neck. Violence is ...
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Random Scratches: June 2006
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Wednesday, June 21, 2006. So here's a little before and after for you folks (if anyone is out there.). Swings too bright blue. A cough and a fart. The motor does start. Bob sat sack upon it. He sweated and swore. With the throaty encore. He turned lazy diamond circles. Mower teeth rattling morning. Under the too bright blue glory. A suggestion of peace. In a translucence of dust. Posted by Mat @ 12:29 AM. Tampa, Florida, United States. View my complete profile. I am being swallowed by my own nihilism.
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Random Scratches: October 2007
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007. I am being swallowed by my own nihilism. Posted by Mat @ 10:21 PM. Violence is never necessary until it is absolutely necessary. Posted by Mat @ 10:20 PM. Wednesday, October 17, 2007. Alright, so I'm lying a little about getting back to that story. I would but there's currently a little bit of a log jam (jamb? So instead, I bring you a little bit of a rant. As most anyone who actually takes a moment to read this knows already I'm a bit of a fan of that Heros (Heroes? I'm as sym...
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Random Scratches: April 2008
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008. If silence breaks and no one is around to sweep it up, does a tree fall down in the woods? I know, the whole Zombie Christ is en vogue right now. Smart people everywhere being hip and disdainful, but they're getting it wrong. Jesus wasn't a zombie. Yeah, he died and came back. Big whoop. Did anyone ever stop to think about that for a minute. If Jesus was a zombie, then what happened? Does he sleep dreaming in the deep? Will his return herald in the end of days? FISH: Whoa. ...
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Random Scratches: August 2007
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Wednesday, August 08, 2007. Here's a couple to break the long silence. Hope it hasn't. Pushed any of you to violence. Smoke trails a wispy. From the smoldering paper,. Leaf, and chemicals between. It rests just under. Of my index finger. And rolling my hand up. I trap it on tips. Of thumb and two fingers. Wet paper between lips. Trying to suck the air. Out of the room through. Sea sky over land. As I slowly grind. The gas pedal repeating. Slow surges in and out. Cool breezes spill up. From the intricate,.
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Random Scratches: July 2006
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Thursday, July 06, 2006. Because I found it while cleaning, and everyone needs a little nonsense now and then. Seventeen sticks of brick work. Lain all lop-sided down the lane. They enviously shatter vivacious, liquid thighs. Which spatter-sprawl speciously neath doilied lace camisols. Olga operetta'ed the top of the pops. Wide open lips spread cow-like and jowly. Teeth pebbly glistening round tongue uvulating. Lucky folk listening whistle and wheeze. Hector assists giving boxes a squeeze.
