...in the dark--afraid, tremors...earthquake inside me...not today--not on a good day--rattle what few fillings there are in the pearly chomping gates... hate the damn drill--not so much the pain as the noise--white noise in my head like tv and celluar phone signals...swear i was pickin up gilligan's island the other day--heard it, saw it in my head...turned on the tube and there she be, tina louise... red headed marilyn monroe...all of the glitz, but little of the charm... whatever happened to zelda gilroy, anyway? ...and my buddy bob denver...thank god for 1955...what a dream--jack par and his teardrop fiddle playing... oh, wait a minute--i'm thinking of jack benny and his violin playing...that would always bring tears to my eyes... or was it smoke that filled the room...flames maybe--roaring and licking everything, not just teddy roosevelt's eye socket--he was a blackbelt in judo...teddy was--ya know? can't escape...where would i go...nowhere fast--i spoze...what am i running from...try to run, but i'm not movin--just like that recurring dream... awoke to find a burning orb of fire locked in the vapors above us... closet door slams--might never be able to open it again--no matter how hard i pull...does it matter--sir, i have studied the matter; you have not...
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Written December 9th, 2004
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where have we all gone - away away from these glistening halls of undulating faceless words slipping and slithering amongst each other - maybe we should start blogging - it seems all the rage these days - I'd certainly turn on your blog lol especially if there was more of these sharp thoughts amongst the witless refuse of lost thoughts
sigh
hi ho and shuffle shuffle back to my rock
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all i could think of was the dentist. i really like your last line. sorry, i'm out of practice with commenting, so this'll be short and probably not very illuminating for you. i do like this. it reads like the last moment before sleep, that delusional space where time can't be felt and shadows grow faces and the mind drifts and dodges around the flotsam and jetsom of memory. i'll keep reading. -ba
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Actually, I count my self damn fortunate--I have great teeth...
Happy Holidays back atcha, and how are ya der, slim? I hadn't heard about the gilligan's island thing...bloody typical.
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Man, you fucking ROCK!
so much stream of consciousness and random 20th century memorabillia combined with a trip to the dentist.. fascinating..
have you seen the previews for that dumbass show where people compete to be on gilligan's island.. now THAT is stupid..
How'r those chompers doin' there champy?
Good to see you in true form again..
happy holidays thar ya big galoot!
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Thank you. Thank you very much.
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This is very interesting to me. It has a nice lyrical flow, and I like how you travel from image to image. It seems like a talkative person rambling to a shy, speechless one, and the one keeps associating one point with his next, like a one-sided conversation or something. I don't know if that was your intention, but it makes an unusual and interesting impression on the reader, I think. There are some references I wasn't too familiar with, as I think you are probably a bit older than me, or are referring to older things to achieve a certain effect, but I don't think that not knowing about a few points really takes away from the overall feeling, interpretation, and/or enjoyment of this piece's method of presentation and emotional or conceptual value. I love the ending especially. It ends this nicely. The format of the words on the page adds much to achieve the sort of ramble effect I was describing earlier. Very nice work there, Mister.
enjoyed/apprécié
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Thanks, haha...
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As long as you're not picking up the CIA lunch menu...you're probably okay. I like a wreck and a nightmare conspiracy. I even like them all at once.
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