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The Morning Moon: August 2005
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005. Touchdown Dogs (life and times of spa salesmen). Put your fingers together in the water. Move them back and forth over each other like you are rolling a booger. If your fingers glide nicely over each other than you have a problem. If you can feel the roughness of your skin, with plenty of resistance, then fire up those jets and let the heat heal you. You will pulsate with relaxation. Posted by Jeremy at Wednesday, August 31, 2005. Tuesday, August 30, 2005. I found myself smoki...
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The Morning Moon: October 2005
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Monday, October 31, 2005. When I start to lose it. When the circus music starts to play in slow-mo. I cry out to the Father. I get down on my knees and think about Eisenstein’s buggy. I close my eyes and listen to the wheels roll down each silent step. I see the jitter and the jump. The dust and the scratches. I hear Joshua marching on Jericho. The trumpets spraying fear. Walls falling and Russians crying. In the priestly silent film balance. My prayer answered and grace abounds. Friday, October 28, 2005.
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The Morning Moon: September 2005
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Friday, September 30, 2005. The way a coat opens. The inner pocket found. A cream and crimson tin. In one motion all thumbs and fingers. The day demands lazy rest. A pot of tea to nudge the body. And I light the discovered cigar. In the same motion all thumbs and fingers. The milk and the smoke. Tea the color of stain. Land on shoots of butterfly flowers. When you doubt God. Follow the cloud of tea milk. Hear the machinegun rapidity of. Freezing the body of a hummingbird. Thursday, September 29, 2005.
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The Morning Moon: November 2005
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Wednesday, November 30, 2005. I felt my days were numbered. I felt the numbers going by for sure. Get in a bunker Jeremiah (not my. There is a reason I show it to you. You wanted an image. You said, nothing cryptic. You said, just show it to me. There it is, there it is,. It has a pee hole and. Bring coffee and tea. For your very life. Posted by Jeremy at Wednesday, November 30, 2005. Tuesday, November 29, 2005. What has he taken? What has he taken? Posted by Jeremy at Tuesday, November 29, 2005. Posted ...
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Thoughts from Me: May 2006
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Monday, May 22, 2006. The clouds hold the answers. Then I felt a very warm and calming presence. I could just feel someone saying, "Don't worry about it Adam. It's going to be fine." As I felt this, I looked up and saw my grandmother's face in the clouds! I love you grandma! PS The picture is of my niece Kyra. She definately gets her good looks from me! Posted by Adam the Fat Kid Ninja at 7:19 AM. Adam the Fat Kid Ninja. Roanoke, Virginia, United States. I wanna blog on your face! View my complete profile.
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The Morning Moon: March 2006
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Friday, March 31, 2006. THE CAMERA MOVES IN TO. The man is standing. Stands in front of the. Does not want food. Looks at an unopened bottle of wine,. And says (VERY CLOSE SHOT),. I wish I were. I wish I drank so. That every one knew,. And hated me for it.". Because they accepted him. WIDE SHOT, STREET LIGHT. TIGHT SHOT OF MAN. SERIOUS SLOW MORNING MOON FADE. Posted by Jeremy at Friday, March 31, 2006. Thursday, March 30, 2006. My love has a problem. The kind of thing. That will make both of us. Posted b...
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The Morning Moon: April 2006
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Monday, April 17, 2006. Posted by Jeremy at Monday, April 17, 2006. Snaps and collages from Jeremys iPhone and notebook. View my complete profile. The New Kershel Record. Orchid Oolong is a Comfortable Tea. When I come in this room and close. Please Send Head Shots. Hymns Ancient and Modern.
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The Morning Moon: December 2005
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Saturday, December 24, 2005. She rests on a window bench. Her cheek presses the sun. Her other cheek, cold and wet. Crying steady without a sound. Fresh flawless shoulders meld. To glass pane and painted wall. She pushes all she is into the junction. Where star of day and interior tarry. Steady without a sound she cries. Looking down at her painted toes. Ten tan morsels flashing cherry. Blessed by her silent weeping. From the window bench she sees. The catalyst of her drippy tears. I embrace and know a.
