pork fat & bacon rind
Posted on Sat Jun 30 11:13:00 UTC 2007
The entire earth is a confabulation -- looks like father sky has been lying to you, he lick sweet little falsehoods but Vodka don't lie she exaggerate. When I die of lung cancer or liver cancer or possibly even cancer of the goddamn colon (with my entire ass covered in yellow purple splotches, breathing enormous tumours with eyes and nose and vestigial nervous systems and the crayon traces of a human face like a Burroughs porn video) please don't bury me but instead hang me from a lamp post as a lesson or a warning or an omen or the aftertaste of asian spices, heartfelt belch of warm curry and beer.
When you read a really good writer you know she see deeper, different, more into things than you do, and then she will lend you her lenses. Pass you the binoculars or the microscope and say “See this!”, a new continent. Everything mapped by satellite photograph but here there are still new worlds to conquer, untamed savage islands that have never felt the white man's asphalt.
Sometimes I read people and I think they was touched by the hand of God. Like the divine moves in them, like they were blessed or cursed with such a talent, such a genius, a daemon grips the pen. These people are an envy and a joy. I read, and then wish I wrote.
I'm glad me and edgar are still friends after we broke up. She's good value, and a real mint chick.
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Pimping out my bro: hellboundsmoker.blogspot.com, he's a filthy fuck (that's a compliment) and the only blog I bother to read outside LJ.
When you read a really good writer you know she see deeper, different, more into things than you do, and then she will lend you her lenses. Pass you the binoculars or the microscope and say “See this!”, a new continent. Everything mapped by satellite photograph but here there are still new worlds to conquer, untamed savage islands that have never felt the white man's asphalt.
Sometimes I read people and I think they was touched by the hand of God. Like the divine moves in them, like they were blessed or cursed with such a talent, such a genius, a daemon grips the pen. These people are an envy and a joy. I read, and then wish I wrote.
I'm glad me and edgar are still friends after we broke up. She's good value, and a real mint chick.
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Pimping out my bro: hellboundsmoker.blogspot.com, he's a filthy fuck (that's a compliment) and the only blog I bother to read outside LJ.