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LOC: Portland, OR
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: January 11
LOC: Portland, OR
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: January 11
I’ve been writing crazy shit since I was a kid; occasionally I get a wild hair and try to publish stuff, a poem here and there, a handful of colorful rejection slips on the novels. Mostly I write to keep from going madder and to pick up chicks. Mostly I write because I don’t know any good bar tricks. Mostly I write because I had an epiphany but I forgot what it was and I figure if I write enough words it’ll eventually come back to me.
I was born and raised, I have height and weight and eye color, married, divorced, married again, children, grandchildren, dogs. If I could just figure what the hell I did with that epiphany everything would be Jake.
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Chapter 11 I went to Albuquerque a few days early. I knew my article was just gravy, an excuse to print pictures of the hot air balloons, but I wanted to do the article right anyhow. It’s not that I have an overwhelming sense of professional pride, it’s that I’d been so self absorbed that I thought throwing myself into my work would be a good distraction. The balloon people were a very nice lot, poetic and enthusiastic. This was an aesthetic festival, form and function, beautiful silks and fl...
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There is absence there is lack There are wolves here abound You will miss me when I turn around by Will Oldham Couple of entries back Whatever I want accused me of being a native Oregonian and when I pointed out that I wasn’t she meant That the entry was as Good as Early Ken Kesey. It reminded me of one of my few shining moments in the service of this Country. I had been in the National Guard about a year and a half before going to basic training which is active duty for the real spooks, not ...
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we was sitting round a pallet fire spitting tequila n feeling deep the way a good mescal buzz can do ya n joe sez whattya think the worse thing a man kin do is n charlie sez fuck his buddies old lady n franky sez kill a man n manuel sez fuck his kids n everybody winces some n they look at me cause I worked childwelfare somewhere far west of here back when I was a man n I sez become an attorney for a workmans comp carrier but the boys gimmee the bottle n they don't want that shit they think it...
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On the suicide wax Of 3 a.m. The dreaming city, Troubled in her sleep, Rolls over And coughs up her dead, Like a lunger in an opium den Or a young city on a piece of Undigested industry. She slammed 40ccs of something Too pure for the streets Like Christ come back As Mexican tar. Crossed her eyes permanently. She was supine in the fountain When her train came And the dreaming city Spit out a siren shriek, And the fog snuck under the Morrison Bridge When the Man wasn't looking And raised the d...
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Lots a people out here looking He says From the broke down flat car That used to haul Chryslers from Detroit But don’t anymore Yeah, lots of folks out here looking He says with a cheek full of beans And a tongue that always called the Trains ol dirty face And a hat only a Carney could sell Yeah, lots of folks out here looking But the only thing a missing is That exit home – Ya look long enough and it’s you that’s missing And sometimes I don’t sleep And it don’t bother the world none And he pu...
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I really like the premisis, though you would expect a history lecture on the information act to include the resulting rebelions. Also would we really revert to older technology like phones and analog porn? Just askling.
Loved this little piece of pain here. I get the adhd thing and the meds (likely some sort of dexedrine) but I'm still not sure how the stove got torn apart, that's more than adhd and "lack of education". My daughter, who looks much more like her mom than mick than her father the polock, can't muster an irish accent untils she repeats one line from the Angelas Ashes movie "That arses are shitty".
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Ouch. Shit, this is painful to read. Probably wouldn't be if I hadn't just divvied up the pj's with the estranged wife, who, incidentally opened a myspace account because I'm on Open Diary. Ouch again.
Is this really a novel treatment? Is this an excerpt from the beginning? It's intriguing enough, I suppose, mainly because it doesn't give enough information about where it's going to have a strong opinion/critique/advice. Well written though, straight forward with an appearance of honesty.
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I think your notes for reviewer reflect what you already know about this piece, yes, it would work better as a short story, the meter and word choice are prosaic.
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