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the destruction and devistation in new orleans is extreme. i am shocked and filled with sorrow for all the people who have died, those who have lost loved ones, and those currently at the heart of suffering. the video and audio footage of lousiana and mississippi is absolutely horrible. my sympathyXIX

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a broken spoke is hard to fix quicklyXIX

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wonderful art weekend at the soap factory gallery. i'm happy, but terribly anxious about something unseen. not sure what yet. all of these new meetings & relationships. maybe just a vast landscape yet to be explored is weighingXIX

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what if you had a pet triceratops named rad?
would you feed him in the backyard?
how about an elasmosaurus basking in the front yard?
or two wings for you to fly?
why? mmm? why?
there were duenty deu clues sluthes found under the hooves of mooses
the mooses wore papooses
for which they grew no nooses
what did they grow?
now these two snooping mooses sported sum 3 gruesome bruises
a result of choosing truces with our friendly friends: the duces
these duces were loose and on the moveses
carving grooves to tempt a local tent of mooses
these mooses loved to schmooz with booze and rant and trade their oozes
that's how we caught them
one by oneXIX

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this morning i arrived at an accident seconds after it happened. it was the worst residential car smash i've ever seen. the front of a suburban was ripped off and a man in a crushed silver car was bleeding from the head. he was in his 60s. his shirt was previously white. others were running to the accident. some on cell phones. i haven't seen a suburban with such damage since the one that rolled on the highway. that one was fucked upXIX

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i fell asleep around 1 last night which is early for me even though i have to rise before 8. then i awoke at 2:3o to a late 90s cadalliac car engine furiously revving outside my window in the parking lot behind the apartment building. "god damn it! what the fuck is going on?!?" as i looked out the window. i couldn't tell which car it was exactly - it was raining - hard to see into the cars and not much visible exhaust. a few minutes into the revving the sound turned to constant red-area rpms somewhere above 6,000 at least. that lasted for a couple minutes. i still couldn't figure out what was the purpose of the intense pedal to the floor. then the cooling system broke and white plumes filled the air swirling around in the rain and wind. the constant high rpm stayed strong. either someone left a brick on the accelerator or they were serious about fucking that car up. i could see there was another man who i knew was at least aquainted with driver of the cadalliac was opening and shutting his yukon doors presumably looking for something. maybe a fire extinguisher i thought. he's going to need it. then i said to brandy "that car's going to catch fire if they don't stop." then like a movie que, flames burst from the hood. the yukon man walked over and started beating on the caddy window to let someone know the obvious: "you're on fire!" he walked over to the driver's door and out came a man. they walked into the nearby apartment building. now the car is raging. serious problems are on their way. there is about three feet from the fender to one apartment building and about 6 feet to the other. i called the fire department. then the tires started exploding. the flames were huge and bright leaping from around the hood and out through the grill several feet into the air. the cab was now on fire inside and i could see rolling flames engulfing the inside. i told brandy we might have to leave the apartment so get dressed. by then the front end of the car was sagging from being melted and the fire sirens started. the fighters proceeded to douse the car and then demolish it to get at still-burning parts of the dash and interior. intense axe whacks to metal and crispy plastic. it was too hard to sleep after that jolt so i had to try to calm down. about an hour later the yukon man got into his car, called someone to come over and then waited with the engine running. a few minutes later, the revving man returned in a minivan i've seen around and they talked with windows down about something related to money. there were small parcels exchanged. then yukon man left and revving man rummaged through the car. then two men from the alley approached them one lagged back and the other kept saying he was trying to get a hold of the revver all day. he wanted money or something. when i woke up this morning, the car was still there now black and charred sitting like a sad puppy in the alley rain. "no free tows" the fire inspector had shouted to his peers before. when i saw a car being towed from a school lot today, probably someone who just forgot to put the permit on thier rear view mirror, i thought about those words as the pock marked cheek peeking from around a huge bristly brown mustache grined at me. no free towsXIX

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dr. hunter s. thompson died last night from a reported self inflicted gunshot wound to the head. i'm really not sure what to make of that. strange news. but not shocking. he wanted to go out blazing and didn't seem to accomplish it on his escapades so there comes a time in everyone's life when it's time to take charge. load the bullet for your brain and insert silence. a book falling from the other room. selfish i would say he had so much more life and writing in him. alas, he's dead. i think that much is certian. i wonder if he read or heard my letter last december. i had sent him a few things in the mail years ago, but this one was a letter to ponder. that's now part of history. i never met him personally, but his writing was inspiring and seemed to speak in some ways for those of us who want to get down to the nitty gritty. the truth. here's to you, hunterXIX

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this world is righting me. gradually i am shown. i used to be a treacherous tourtured soul but i am being corrected. i am learning what it is to be right. this world is fixing me. i am being cleaned. lava flows up from the depth. now controlled. outbursts stay within my head. i am feeling more at peace. i am being molded. day and night pound into my biology. reality grounds my mind. i dream. i dream. humbleness and appreciation are wonder and awe, not defeat. i am learning how to speak. how to live with these humans. and these animals. i have stopped killing animals for food, but i killed hundreds of ants on the floor last night. how different is lettuce? or nuts? voices begin whispering to me. sometimes i hear a shout out. it was nothing. my ears are fine tuned. i can hear god if i want to. don't do nothing. live. and loveXIX

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snodgrass!

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today is a dark day in us history. if electing bush in 2000 wasn't foolish enough, at least people could say, 'we didn't know what his gang was capable of.' well, now that he's been elected another term there are no such excuses. the time has come for 4 more years of dismantling the safeguards of the environment, furthering the corporate autonomy, abuse of the poor at home, bullying the world, and keeping america fearful of brown people on the other side of the globe. you've experienced preemptive war and assault weapons in our streets. america, what are you thinking? i think your morals are fucked up. really fucked up. i feel ashamed to live here with youXIX

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like a barge up the river filled with two times ten to the 66 sliversXIX

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couple days ago i saw someone get hit by a car. he was on his bike, screamed out "no no no!" before hitting the windshield and rolling on top of the roof. thump and crack. surprisingly he seemed to be ok. i think his head needed checking.

flecks of paint on etching the plates of yesteryear.

time for tubes to become aluminum and make their way into sordid history. i was reading the 9/11 commission report last night and god damn we're living in a fucked up era of american history. i suppose one would be hard pressed to find a part in american history that wasn't fucked up, but suffice it to say this era is fucked up. it really is strange how we can be going about our lives, at school, at work, on vacation, and our country's military is invading other countries, killing thousands of innocents, choke-holding the world and strongarming the rest into submission. what is this place comming to? part of me is screaming "get out of this cesspool of hypocracy and hate!!!" and part of me says if you run from the problem then that's not really helping anything. this place needs a cleanin. healing needs to happen. dismantling of the corporate infrastructure that has it's thumb on the decision making, better programs for the poor and helpless, better implementation of rights to those less fortunate, controls on the margins of wealth, environmental progression not regression, elimination of handguns and especially assault weapons in the civilian sector, education education education for all!!! better attitude and relationship in the world dialog, entering into all peace, peace, peace!!!!! we need it now. america is destorying the world and setting bad examples for those who will follow in it's footsteps. rotting this world from the inside of america out. we need change. we need to get healthy. america is sick. we need doctor love and nurse freedom. we need a moral change. too long have people been unnecessarily suffering of ignorance in this country. we need helpXIX

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to the rations of satiation
the movement
the nation
avoid the strangulation
the python
creation

borders of patience
stratiant relation

color the 6th horn

roll cube
place cube here
open box
touch me

down at the mill
there's silly old bill
and don't you know
he knows about me
blasters and bliftanshift
hifters and sifters

taka dedakka
mortruse
monsaka
te duka me
maka se suka
tu traka

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gotta use horse sealer on your driveway to pave the globe to randy shaver's house. he's got the flags after all; we couldn't divulge our sources so we thought it appropriate to send the glitz directly to you. is that wrong? i'm not sureXIX

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steak is his energy. synergy on blimfinford. flittings and tension. rub the rabbi's cumberbun. have a ribbon on the left. it's for the takingXIX

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shot the deathship movement of the deathproj last night and as frantic as it was it was waht it whas, right? thanks to all for their help. last night on the return from wisconsin i saw more separate police cars with pulled over cars than any i can think of. i must have seen about a dozzzen...dirty that is. so what was happening coppers? hmm? end of the month quota for people pulled over? end of a trimester before a milestone? searching for anthrax in random cars? or were people just crazy drivers last night and policia had to pull out of the alcove? i want an explanation. i deserve nothing less. bless the bessy. looking forward to the footage viewing. now time for a relaxing weekendXIX

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it's time for the manklo-sangers of the world to get cured. lurid and murliturlit hit and rit from rights gone by. tryed and trued. blued. rue rude mood tainted and main man-mister. list the rhyme time slayer crepe suzy boothbie looses loose lazer lip languid liver tune. quick and quiet as it goes. through moses moseying and clothes did it sew sone tre bone lone alionet and and the pandy sand-let. love catch the fret such much for lush glush. mushit for clutching the bunch around butch not butcher hut and sluts walking by are predictable scriptable and rehersable. turnable and turn table tilt-a-whirl. the girl is downXIX

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why does it seem like pi and e are the keys to the universe? as we explore their digits more will become known about their importance. perhaps they are the real values of nature and our number system should be recalibrated with them taking on whole qualities. paradigmXIX

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labratory style labradors and handles that lead back to the original hurdle. skirt the stuffed chicken with hexidecimal texmex flume suppliers lines up to taste gypsum monikers. circa 78 with no doors but a mouthpiece for nature. mass on monday. fantastic trip. thanks
love bryceXIX