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Thanksgiving + Thoughts...The pulse, the pulse Laying on the floorboards Rustic smell of youth As if all the molasses still inhabited the wood. The past, the present, the pulse Of the floorboards Rustic Youth Molasses. The feverish stomp Of a sweet tooth loose tooth Seven-years-existing cousin Who has to eat his turkey first Who doesn't want to eat his turkey first. So he stomps Rather rhythmatically In the dining room With two sets of chairs With four sets of talk With one set of floor. I used toThanksgiving + Thoughts...


Things To DoTo have the shoreline swallow my bare ankles, Which in turn hold up bare me, shameless Alone in apricot morning, Provincetown curve Opposite, blurry orbs of light in order across.Things To Do
To wake up in strange white tenements, I a Groggy immature muse in bed, older companion Somewhere in the apartment, vegetarian breakfast. To wear goulashes & trek thru rusty rivers in native Parks, ghost fog evenings, over the log I usually sit On, the twig snaps of fear along forest sides.
To dwell in cotton apartments, obscure artifacts, Museum adobe, eyes never


Ode To PurityThe day sucked itself out like the end of a cartoon short & left the city vacuumized in their own tiredness. You're supposed to be asleep now. That's all folks. But I kept myself warm with flashlights & matchbooks. Banging & clanging as if the day never burnt out.Ode To Purity
Humming minds aren't known to interrupt those awake. So I could contently think in peace.
About Where I stand on the coastline, as far East I can take myself. Where I stand as a Writer, watching the Bards balance on the buoys.
Because today I was embarrass


...the Depressed RusticateThe darkest raindrop evergreen, Always as they'll ever be, Makes up for the dead weight scenery. Makes up for the midafternoon mist, I suppose, Houses filled with loenely ghosts. Last night the sky was apple juice. I left my house & I perused That tight zig zag horizon & the sepia loose That spills over the prarie into a fog. Another faithless journal log. This morning forceful vagabonds Shot the snowman on his morning jog & threw his skin atop roofs & front lawns. Forst melts & evaporates into the grey & come back much wetter in the...the Depressed Rusticate
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2008where am i? reasons are becoming real 2pac is right lady liberty needs glasses she claims this nation is free politics = news 9/11/01 CNN in its full potenial 11/4/08 lasted only for a day Univision airs a famous person who has a heart attack as headline news this happens now immigration has hit in the heart a home divided nigger= as common as "the" where am i?2008


Dear Mr Presidentthank you I want to thank you for making us realize this is real I want to thank you for the 3,000 under the ground that September Day thank you for the millions of deaths that Iraq faces And i'm thankful for the talent in which God gave you believe it or not, i thank your mom for how she raised you. I'm sure when you hit the heavenly gates you'll be sent out and now you've had 8 years to think about it now don't pussy out cause i've been patiently waiting for the day that you finally leave in the same place to seeDear Mr President


afteRglowEvery time my mind sings your name; Your beaming smile enters my dreams; Your glittering eyes dance in my head; I wish nothing more than to hold you close, or dance near the flame and become the flicker; The patterns on the walls. We'd paint our shadow stepsafteRglow
Across the ceilings and the cold floors We'd wail our cries out and howl the songs our souls couldn't say. We'd play by the fire until something put it out. After all, we'd still have the embers' glow.
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syd barrett would have been great with the early Velvet Underground.
They both had a heavy blues influence, but in actuality, VU hated the hippie counterculture, & syd was way into psychedelic music, a big tie-up w/ hippies.
Lou & Syd were two totally different writers, & syd didn't even write most of Floyd's music. He wrote the music to "see Emily Play" & whatnot, but hated long psychedelic interludes, which were quite frequent in Piper. In an interview he stated that he didn't connect as intensely as he wished w/ the other members of Floyd. He was an art student & they architechure.
But, his voice would be beautiful w/ VU's music, but they were in two totally different worlds.
Drugs fuck w/ your mind, man. haha
i've been really hooked on syd lately, and i was listening to No Man's Land and the guitar work there sounds pretty VU.
syd's guitar playing also experimented with dissonance and feedback, the same as VU.
and about the hippie vs hip culture ideals, they dont have to get along, they just have to work together haha.
now the great, introspective question: who do you prefer?
Lou or Syd?
I'd have to go w/ syd, even though VU is my favorite band. I perfer VU as a whole. Once cale left, you could tell. Not as much artistic value. If Cale didn't drop out, Loaded would of NEVER happened, I think. I don't think he'd allow it.
Have you ever heard their song "candy Says"? Beautiful song, but Reed doesn't even sing it. It sounds dead like him, but Doug Yule sang it. They sound so fucking alike it's crazy.
i prefer his first solo album.
and yeah, VU worked well as a band. Cale gave his experimental tendencies. Reed his songwriting and great rhythm guitar playing. Tucker her signature drumming. Morrison is a good guitarist.
i love the early VU, after Cale left it wasn't the same. they made good music, true, but it just wasn't VU.
i choose syd obviously, lou had his moment of brilliance, but syd was just amazing in so many ways (i sound like a fucking groupie haha).
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