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Transient Revelation: March 2006

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Monday, March 20, 2006. The Ending, Or Maybe Somewhere Else. If you could be a piece of candy, what would you be? After a darting smile, Londen answered,. I'd be a butterfinger. They're gross. I don't think anyone would eat me. How 'bout you? I'd be a jolly rancher. Well, I like the idea of simultaneous tartness and sweetness. If there was a way to respond to that without insulting you, I'd definitely do it. It's strange, isn't it? The gracious benefactor night. Returned as they drove home. It came w...

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Transient Revelation: June 2006

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Tuesday, June 27, 2006. I long for the shores of Europe,. So as to dive into its azure twilight night. And curse for the paragons of selflessness. There will be olive trees and the smell of beer. I dream of something more potent than alcohol. And more vast than your thoughts across the night. The hot bright fermentation of touch splitting the sky. I hope for dimly lit cafes,. Where I’ll meet the sinister stars. And we’ll dance into the soft air of May. I look to the Rocky Mountains. Friday, June 16, 2006.

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Transient Revelation: January 2006

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Monday, January 30, 2006. Around young hearts;. In a sumatra blend of. Pour into each others'. Posted by . at 11:23 PM. Friday, January 20, 2006. I don't believe in moral poetry. She: What do you mean you don't believe. It's simply a sublimer form of moral beauty. He: Moral beauty is wrapping your warmth around a shivering violet. Poetry is alabaster sunsets and overstated feelings. She: That's cynical and simple. Besides, isn't what you just said one in the same? Posted by . at 2:32 PM. View my complete...

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To a little boy «Prose and Verse Prose and Verse

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To a little boy. Tuesday, Aug 7 2007. Your white crown of thorns, made of guaze. Own precious blood, redder than a ruby. Little hands adorned with tubes. Keeping you alive, killing you every day. When was the last time you ran? Might’ve been ages ago, I think. You sit quietly, watching us walk by. I wonder what you’re thinking –. Perhaps you dream of a football field or a cricket ground. Or just a day with your mates, coloring and singing. I know the needles hurt you, I know you cry. To a little boy.

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Transient Revelation: August 2006

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Sunday, August 27, 2006. And So It Goes. 1:29 am August 27, 2006. $16.84 in my pocket. How much for six bananas? Are you an angel? The streets were empty in Kendall Square. The end of summer: disguised Rorschach. How much Further for Neal Cassady? Document review they tell me. What’s the weather like in New Zealand? Do you have a friend that craves pity. Bowling by himself with a pitcher of beer. October’s the most beautiful atrophy. Will Vonnegut sue Philip Morris because. About those midnight espressos?

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Transient Revelation: July 2006

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Friday, July 28, 2006. We smoked tea on the shore and saw the sentience. Of irascible tomorrows, where eternity became. Our golden souls. There was no you or me, but. An emptiness of Him because everything is bliss. Stop Sit. Listen to the womb of your being. Pull you back to the cave and away from your. Light thought. You can’t go home because. Home is where paintings are judged by ear. There is no lyricism now, only the ghost of. Miles Davis playing with eternity on his eyelids,. Pissed upon by forty p...

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Transient Revelation: November 2005

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Sunday, November 27, 2005. The Beginning of the End of the Beginning. The perception of perfection. The translucence of truth. Piercing the prizm,. Boring through your brooding. The modality of moods. Posted by . at 11:36 PM. Sunday, November 20, 2005. The baton of gods. A new meaning,. Posted by . at 9:49 PM. Friday, November 11, 2005. Soaring through the ether of infinity,. Touched by the ghost-kiss of absent responsibility,. Inhaling the warm breath of dandelions,. A destination unknown awaits. We fin...

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Transient Revelation: May 2006

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Friday, May 26, 2006. Beyond an Early Door. From the interminable tide. To make your toes curl. A wind swept sweet. Like millions of pixies. As they rush past. Posted by . at 7:17 AM. Tuesday, May 23, 2006. The Rites of Hi-Fi Necessity. I’ve never written about myself on this site, but I feel like it right now, so here goes:. God that was strange to see you again. Introduced by a friend of a friend. Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'. In that instant it started to pour,. My thoughts turned to...

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Transient Revelation: April 2006

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Sunday, April 30, 2006. A Dream in Hand. Like dove grey sand. Dreams in a far off land. You cry and you weep. But no one there to hear. So off you go to sleep. Where stars are there to keep. A tender dream or two. Under the leafy palm. The wind blowing through. While I'm thinking of you. All dreams must end. Just as the water recedes. So tomorrow I will send. A story being penned. Instead, you get the car. And I'll get the night. And maybe we could make. Movies of our dreams. Posted by . at 11:18 PM.