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wrapped too tight: Ascetecism
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Wednesday, December 05, 2007. Stop boozing and smoking. Long time sire :). As my glad eyes read along catching up. A salute, a clockwise valz to a seventh tirth melody. Low sweeping bow.(a yes the brass stars brighter already! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Grab yr Gats kids! La Luna.For J.Whiteside Parsons. Satori via the Jetsons. The long way back again. Again. You wouldn't like me. You and I have nothing in common. View my complete profile. Http:/ www.deathinjune.net. Realgem / never too late.
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wrapped too tight: Still I rise! Goddammit! Who the hell else? Show thyself so that I may be at peace once more!
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007. Who the hell else? Show thyself so that I may be at peace once more! A review I just did for a friend. Just to show I'm still about. See www.bigcityredneck.co.uk/articles/Barry Adamson %40 The Southbank/69/9/1. I can't make it. I can't make it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Who the hell else? You wouldn't like me. You and I have nothing in common. View my complete profile. Http:/ www.deathinjune.net. Realgem / never too late. Rock, paper, Saddam.
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wrapped too tight: Satori via the Jetsons
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007. Satori via the Jetsons. Was speaking to the good Mr T (Lazysnakes old landlord again) about the way that during the 70's "the future" was marketed to us.We would all take holidays on the Moon and zip around in jet-packs enjoying our limitless leisure time. In fact, the only difference betwen 2007 and the 70's is the internet. And what the fuck do I find myself DOING with the internet most of the time? Looking up dumb-ass 70's TV programmes to watch. Grab yr Gats kids!
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wrapped too tight: September 2007
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Monday, September 24, 2007. I have such nightmares, and you're ALL in ALL of them. D.Tibet. This is a draft posting I did before those upstairs/I (through tech ignorance) crashed my comp. The cold black wind blew through my bones last night.First very dopesick one for some time.I stood my ground, ignoring the gurgling of the meth djinn in the fridge trying to force his way out of the bottle and slither coldwarm into my stomach. Blessed 9am is coming and.I hit the streets to score. It takes exactly the sa...
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wrapped too tight: Nothing to see here...Move along now...
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007. Nothing to see here.Move along now. Of virtually no interest to anyone(as is my assumption)is the fact that I am in a previously unparalelled state of self disgust and contrition.My pathetic inability to deal with my addiction has meant I now have to present myself, temporarily but wretchedly broken at the feet of a govt. agency. I disgust myself, utterly. As their sermons and credos slip from your ears, hold your will under the flaps. They have nothin on ya. If not you, whom?
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wrapped too tight: October 2007
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007. Nothing to see here.Move along now. Of virtually no interest to anyone(as is my assumption)is the fact that I am in a previously unparalelled state of self disgust and contrition.My pathetic inability to deal with my addiction has meant I now have to present myself, temporarily but wretchedly broken at the feet of a govt. agency. Congressman Bud Dwyer. An American hero. An inspiration to not enough people. Friday, October 19, 2007. Sunday, October 14, 2007. God I miss my cat.
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wrapped too tight: Tabula Rasa
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Sunday, December 23, 2007. Merry, merry, merry. A tabula rasa, how nice, let me scribble all over it. You see this, Speer? You built me a great capital. But now, it is good that Berlin has been razed, for after all this is over and Germania arises from the ashes, we will build it anew from the ruins.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Grab yr Gats kids! La Luna.For J.Whiteside Parsons. Satori via the Jetsons. The long way back again. Again. You wouldn't like me. You and I have nothing in common.
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wrapped too tight: April 2007
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Monday, April 16, 2007. This happened a few days ago, thought I might as well throw it to the ether, so to speak, as I'm not convinced anyone reads this poorly attended blog at all anymore. I went out at about 8.30 last week and opened my door only to find in the alley a little hoodie bastard with both the wheels off my mountain bike. Naturally, I slapped him around a bit, made him put it all back together,. then D-locked his head/neck to a drainpipe while I tested it. Saturday, April 14, 2007. Where col...
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wrapped too tight: August 2007
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Friday, August 31, 2007. Is what the Japanese army called/ used as a euphemism for retreat, as no word for the concept exists in Japanese. FuckI displayed my inbuilt and (theres a better (medical)word but I cant be f- to do the Thesaur. Thing.) peurile childish disobediance like a good 'un today. Jesus Christ wept into a bucket. Oh well, thats me, always crossing the line.Well that was too much and feels like a juncture. Thursday, August 30, 2007. Easily pleased, seldom satisfied. The long way back again.
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wrapped too tight: January 2007
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Saturday, January 27, 2007. I finish the junk and lie down on the bed.The creak of my kitchen door in the draught speaks of "Cain's Book" by Alex Trocchi.I imagine its sound to be the stretching of ropes and the shrinking and expanding of the boards that form the inverted carapace of my tugboats hull, moored in the oily harbours of N.Y.C. I can see why Sterling Morrison was drawn to that urbane, yet solitary existence. Friday, January 26, 2007. First making his presence felt in the seminal Magazine with ...
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