a healthy cramping of style.

white people robbing white people in williamsburg.
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Today I received an extraordinary gift from a woman I've really bonded with for about seven months. She gave me some jewelery her husband had had made for her by hand before he passed away. I couldn't do anything but drink tea with her and thank her. I couldn't decline the gift either. With all of the stories she's told me about life in Germany and raising her children, I've become close with her in a way I never thought was possible. I gave up calling her by her American name and I just call her grandma like the kids. I'm not supposed to tell her son that she gave it to me. I wont. I told my mother. My mother asked if I had cried.
No.
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"imagine how my father felt... resorting finally to the belt...."HV.
constantly stuck in my head. its the new republic of rough and ready.

Vlad the impaler dipped his bread in the blood of his victims and barely chewed. Vladracula.

earth angels:
rainbow chalk
pony mountain
sugar squaw
intellectual color cheese wheel
black & white cookie: an interracial, sweet marriage.


club foot: some kinda lump life.

tales from the six train:
1.
things are pretty okay,
i read my book,
look
down
see pointy shoes
and finally when
i look up
i see they are merry mariachi singers.


2.
lets rob these people
no
okay
so how old is charisse anyway?
i dont know 14...15?
i really dont know man
but uhuh
you know
old enough to give a nigga a blow job
why you got two houses?
fuck she got no... you know
hunts point.
fuck you, i live in the projects;
she dont even know.
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i have cold toes, warm hands, lukewarm feeling and a set life of uneven slate sidewalks to catch my footing on.

clean bills; the drycleaned dollar.

you were fucked up in beauty
the thread of confusing red string wrung round your lips in a dark
temperate
flux.
and i was there holding the pivets and hollows of my knees
bending my fingers back
and retracting my every word
no
extracting it.
this was the way i was.

i was the first of the fruit to fall
and be handed
amongst men,
amongst the crowds.
and there was a shush
and
my personal fables were quiet.

and there was a humm
and my inviible audience was on
that string.

tied to my finger,
these reminders. dedicating words
to the lights as they faint from exhaustion.

my neck just this source of strength. to hold my head up. this pride compromised like a kneadable eraser. these days like a gift,
each. and where are we putting them?
behind us. watching us walk away.
this.
the way it should be. man creation of the pocketwatch;
the way it was.

my small percent shows: GHOST!

fushion ticket:

1.
make it all thinned out
young and
milked lips.
pulped residual
and a fully fleshed thought
has become condensed
between the vice [sic].

2.
made it all thinned out
young,
milking lips;
pulps. residual,
out full flesh
condensed between
a thoughtful vise.

3.
lips milked thin.
chewing the pulpy edges,
residual flesh.
i thought,
oh yes,
how condensed,
saliva concentrated.

4.
fleshed out lips
caught in my teeth,
how smooth-
rolling the edge over
my tongue
under the fuzz of saliva.
braking seal
cracking smiles.


well how about that.
Dissecting pens,
insects ink.
therefore touching pink.
i promised.

an incompetant wizards staff. a plane crashed into a building near my school. the dow has recovered after terrorism was ruled out. im not going to class though. my heart caved in around noon today so ive been inserting splintered beams. tomorrow im going to see lukie. i havent seen him or the girls in a long time. i bet he doesnt need to be rocked to sleep anymore. i bet he still needs jazz to stay asleep though. now i will have money for a metro card for friday. i am going to see (the) melvins next week. this will complete my year of seeing my favorite bands. jucifer was almost too much to bear. my bare skull like a marshmallow pillow of slurpee gum. i feel my bones crush and heal constantly.

no larnyx

i want to sleep with you [under the covers!]
and then we will feel our ankles dissintergrate
and out teeth just mash into tongue putty,
asleep as we were.

there, when we are just on the street and we go single file im
thrilled with the fact you are following me and
thinking this is why we can never leave this greatly elevated train!
look how high we are (7),
and im still showing the signs of self mockery
and rocking back and forth.

i want to be so cool, dont you get it!
we thread each notch and its understood,
this project has been stood up as
we go fucking nuts in hall of messy fights of volume.

you are it! i wish
i knew who you was.
god
it would make things so much
easier.
and id be a grownup to dead.
it would feel like the eggs scraped out of the pan
and you know who eats that
we laugh: BEASTS.
and we relish in our dim lighting and rememberence of supermarkets that are right around the corner. no no not this one. okay okay we are going home. you are coming home with me. we dont even sit next to eachother! i wink at you! this is all fun and games. eventually it ends and im just
SO FUCKING WARM IN BED MYSELF.
get it. every
day
im like
you bitch
you've got this. YOU GOT IT.
im so confused, a
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