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MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: Patches Again
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Monday, February 28, 2011. 5 for WISCO PRIDE. Posted by Alison Jean. April 10, 2011 at 2:09 AM. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. June 11, 2011 at 9:35 PM. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. January 17, 2012 at 6:39 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). CONTACT US: milwaukeetravelogue@gmail.com. Because you always want more. Instead of Doing Homework. The mail man loves me not. How I spent my summer vacation. K8 as a bug. Learn to loosen your grip. I want to jum...
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MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: What Time Is It
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010. What Time Is It. I’m in the shower and I don’t know. What time it is. I find peace in moments of. I have a million things to do! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). CONTACT US: milwaukeetravelogue@gmail.com. Because you always want more. Instead of Doing Homework. The mail man loves me not. How I spent my summer vacation. K8 as a bug. Learn to loosen your grip. Lets make a zine. Wow this will be fun. 1 revisions will come. Death of the Author. Dream of the soil. This is a haiku.
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MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: Strangers
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Sunday, June 27, 2010. Nothing gentle about it. Piercing the witching hour. One fatal fall below my window. I listen up once they leave. Silent out to the freeway whispers. An accident may be. What I'm asking for. As I watch secrets hover. Beaming through the dark. Of a rearview mirror. Posted by Stephen Strupp. June 30, 2010 at 4:57 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). CONTACT US: milwaukeetravelogue@gmail.com. Because you always want more. Instead of Doing Homework. The mail man loves me not. Lets l...
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MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: Remembering what doesn't exist.
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Saturday, September 11, 2010. Remembering what doesn't exist. I'm on my first plane ride home. I picture he and I in Wisconsin. I picture us in a cranberry lake. He is forcing my head under water. And the little tart hard red berries. Are going in my water logged throat. He's aware of it all, so clearly,. Even thought he is him,. He's not himself. My head. In the cold crisp water. The berries. Filling every area of surface. They gather in a mob around the fight. And attach themselves to our. CONTACT US: ...
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MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: ?
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Thursday, February 17, 2011. We must certainly have ideal futures. Where we capture the developing phenomena. Of our own self awareness. That cannot find a path to follow. Because normality is the expression of defeat. And it will run our sensations numb. Because we have made a compromise. With the invention of our self. You must either have nothing. Or be able to pay for all of your wanderings. To be the proud owner of physical freedom. In this world recent humans have created. We would stare at earth.
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MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: As of Late
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010. The lake rising above me, the steep ground pushes me closer. I womp when I walk. Stride leaning, cowering, swaying. The trees, branches crack. Back curves, try to be flat. Hope not to slope as the ground does. Tide, no tide, although it tries. No salt to satisfy. I’d rather it that way, why? Left, flap, right. The light leaves some shadows. The leaves leave, crack, drift, like my mind. Hallows await, the gate. My gate, yours. Symmetrical, we try. Posted by Alison Jean. Dream ...
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MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: I haven't written in a long while..
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Wednesday, September 8, 2010. I haven't written in a long while. Lost in age and gender. Next to the mudslide of algae. Transcended year after year. Into the island it is now. Her island in the city. Lilly pads sprout up. Ask where they are. So rare in this vicinity. But not as much as the bark. The moon, Luna, howls near by. With a bite that put the other one down. We will always feel guilty. A splinter, a toothpick hangs from her mouth. Her teeth almost grinding. Her eyes close and feel the sun. Death ...
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MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: All of the sudden
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Thursday, February 17, 2011. All of the sudden. All of the sudden. There is a break in the constant dullness. That has hit us like a flood. That cannot come out of our carpets. The conversations this evening. When looked at as a whole. Form an incomplete weave. Of personal history and idealized futures. When we form a circle. When there are more people. They have all become silent. And one looks up from it. To see why nobody has spoken. And you make eye contact. They agree in silence. Put out the old ones.
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MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: Gym Membership as a Cure
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010. Gym Membership as a Cure. I wasn't born a nervous man. Hanging out in the bathroom mirror. Rehearsing lies for grandma. But because I am there. And because I am younger. The naked CPA hangs the question. Of my own personal future. If the whale inside of me. Would only roll from the beach. Posted by Ben Gucciardi. November 8, 2010 at 9:09 AM. I like this big time. February 26, 2011 at 9:26 PM. This is some deep shit . UB - appleton. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). K8 as a bug.
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MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: Waste
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Thursday, February 17, 2011. We walked to the lake. Of what we have to rely on. If the structure of our society fails. People are so satisfied. The lake is constantly. The rocks that have been placed. On the side of Milwaukee. Seat sculptures of finished soda cups. And the waste of a million people. You are greeted with the smell. Of the colon of Milwaukee. That is heated by the sun. So that bacteria can thrive. As well as anything. That can survive in thick poo. We must shift our waste. K8 as a bug.
