- Samson: I'm gonna take your little Mexican friend here and I'm gonna kill him.
- Scarface: I'm Cuban, b!
- Samson: Yes, Cuban B!
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Ahh yes...Cuban 'B'.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Hemingway
Hemingway talked about something like
death in the morning.
When it comes, I would say that is the joyous period.
As the day progresses, thoughts accrue
and they slowly erode the progress of before.
so:
Death in the morning;
so clear.
Friday, April 6, 2012
X,Y,Z
so you say X, I say Y, therefore Z;
if X and Y never meet, Z covers the spectrum;
if X and Y don't meet, Z resides in the spectrum;
if X and Y equate, Z comes down to essentially nothing.
whats the spread, then, now?
and what ought it be?
so you say X, I say Y, therefore Z.
if X and Y never meet, Z covers the spectrum;
if X and Y don't meet, Z resides in the spectrum;
if X and Y equate, Z comes down to essentially nothing.
whats the spread, then, now?
and what ought it be?
so you say X, I say Y, therefore Z.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
golden days
holding to the golden standard;
raking into account "the practical"
as if it were objective, essential,
existent on its own.
predeterminations are the killer of our golden days.
raking into account "the practical"
as if it were objective, essential,
existent on its own.
predeterminations are the killer of our golden days.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Punctuation in Reality (I am just too busy to hear the start)
Wine,
horizon,
shooting colored light;
I,
dazzled and amazed,
watch the spectacle;
it disappears into the abyss below,
from where I am standing, on high:
cliff, distance, blackness.
One thought can run for miles;
I can try to chase it (I think) ,
will I win (I think) ? (abbreviated)
I might run anyway (I think), it looks like fun (I think).
Gulp..(Wine)
Attached, stifled breath, bag, rocks, light….
Dragged across the rocky terrain, left for dead.
Face: sunburned, bearded fellow, seeing through
fateful prisms; staggering, wandering, no direction.
Heartbeat ( … … … … ), are you there?
Motorcycle, diner, “may I help you?”
Distortions, blended, stirred, sedimented… in→to mind;
how to move convention to institution;
flex the mind from the natural to the theoretical attitude?
Anomalies abound, I lose the upper hand (I think).
horizon,
shooting colored light;
I,
dazzled and amazed,
watch the spectacle;
it disappears into the abyss below,
from where I am standing, on high:
cliff, distance, blackness.
One thought can run for miles;
I can try to chase it (I think) ,
will I win (I think) ? (abbreviated)
I might run anyway (I think), it looks like fun (I think).
Gulp..(Wine)
Attached, stifled breath, bag, rocks, light….
Dragged across the rocky terrain, left for dead.
Face: sunburned, bearded fellow, seeing through
fateful prisms; staggering, wandering, no direction.
Heartbeat ( … … … … ), are you there?
Motorcycle, diner, “may I help you?”
Distortions, blended, stirred, sedimented… in→to mind;
how to move convention to institution;
flex the mind from the natural to the theoretical attitude?
Anomalies abound, I lose the upper hand (I think).
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