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Saturday, September 27, 2003. To have half the nerve to. Peel off the shit tossed. Walking in circles at a loss. A mind to wit ways in and out. Finding ourselves in absolute doubt. Sure of just one thing. What's inside- too lost to find. A maze of a mind. The real fucked up kind. Promises we can break again. Words wearing paper thin. Just like old friends. Who have broken the trust. Bruised their own hearts. Egged on foul starts. Played the divas end. Just like masters disclaimer strings. One of the same.
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Wednesday, December 18, 2002. Aah livin' the wakin' dream. I see it everywhere. Now's the time to share and bare. Our heart of hearts upon our sleeves. As we celebrate and grieve these strange days. We've conjoured into being. As our strangest dreams come true. Us cats seeing the moments through-. Tales of Sarah Shankhini and Nelly Furtado. Fusing musical waves are in the air. In true C.R fashion, the video shoot for 'Wonder'. Was shot on the drive and now lives somewhere. ROCK videos it seems. It's you ...
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Tuesday, November 26, 2002. Hi Milli. It's Les. Hacked your blog . testing to see if this thing still works. Remove this once you get back in so I'll know that your problem is fixed. I miss you, kid. No removing, let's add it up. Sum cat took over this backwater site temporarily, and Les (my mang) helped out with matters. I've been unplugged for a long duration, and enjoying. Commercial drives chapters as of late. Very inspiring, especially as we will be shooting a video for. Mama Mister Beyoutoofull soon.
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Wednesday, March 17, 2004. You can read and pick apart over and over again. Rabbit the rambler wrangled out weird words. Scrolled through paragraphs from beginning to end. Ah, tis true, the hunter trapped you in her net. Repeatedly read over those prose you've come to regret. What's interesting is the riddle. And the rythmn of the rhyme. Run-on lines travelling at superwit time. Seekers of the sublime ravelling for something profound. Microcombing through the shit. Searching for the slickest of sounds.
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Tuesday, May 27, 2003. Sing a song singin' along. Don't think tootwo MUCH about the flow,. Or where and how our thoughts go. How can one feel so sure,. But not really know? I wish I knew mama-sia. That when i c ya'. I'm going to get a kiss-. The one I've yet to get. Is the one i truly miss. She can't believe that nobody's. Stepped up and stepped back,. Loosened thier shoulder strap ". You deserve her kiddo, whoever she is. I'm just a dumb kid. Working the sweat out of every pour. Of that, and less of this.
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Friday, March 21, 2003. Reality bites, and everybody needs to feed. Some are force fed. Many go hungry. Many eat enough for ten hogs. Some barf it right back up. Poverty the cruncher. Chewing and knawing at our bones. Hiding away inside. Heated boxes. Curled up warm beside the box of dreams. Linearized reality by sewing seams. Fears transmitted. Through satellites launched by thoughts. The sleeping drones. Love dreams all home.Ashamed to discover. That it took war knocking at your door-. Wednesday, March...
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Saturday, January 17, 2004. Hitting a small flock of birds with one big boulder. What's to say regurgitaters of wit? Aint' down on the carpet. No swapping of spit. Mamas tit-suckin' baby has grown lazy. In love with love. Two sets of footsteps. And one just out of reach. The preachers preaching 'cuz he's had his taste. Ones man high is anothers waste". I love snow, I love that I don't know. Where it all will go. I know what I think I want. I know that which is a need. On life I feed. So death makes mine.
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Wednesday, December 31, 2003. There isn't a thief good enough to crack her safes code. Nor any elder old enough to even know. A venus flytrap digesting a spell of words. Love calls a wanderer home but then they take a wrong turn. Tripping over a curtail and stumbling down flights of stairs. She says she doesn't want to be the next kinnie, megan or claire. If you love somebody set them free. On the last plane flight out of town. With clairification and megnification. And it ate her. And seeing the unseen.
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Sunday, April 13, 2003. MUZIK IS THE BEST". Does the war on the poor. Tie your titties in a knot? The warbeast. Still, the "poor" self-indulge. It used to be that muzikians hired promoters. Everythang is all sdrawkcab now. You cats got2 keep the fellowship,. Pool skills and money and hire yourselves. Pass the same "one hundred dollar bill". Around the circle. The heat is on. Lifes frying pan is hot. Time to cook. Music will and does change/move and make the world. Sign wave frequencies resonating love.
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Saturday, June 28, 2003. Eye m in x t c livin' loves song.as u sleep-. Dreams creep through, in and out of hearts. Sharing trust in moments unfolding. Where fantasy is reality. With breath as oceans make seashores. Rocks shape with winds curves- like her body. Sinking stone, waters move waves effortlessly. Falling into your being. Heart-beating, mind, lips and skin. Deep in your eyes. And all they have been. Where the bottom feeders lie. And unseen life dwells. Somewhere between heaven and hell. But mana...
