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i
tarnished sunshine comes from her eyes,
a flower child; or a sign of the afffluent
childrens decadent demise? screams on the club floor, give me joy give me X give me more.
morals are shot, knowing niether roman or greek god. thoughts are pot, as we think and drink alot. meat is not fresh, as there are no sins of the flesh.
"shrinking promise of a suburban lie, pass yr wealth to yr children who were born to die..."
i say with blue roman catholic eyes.
i see the crop has blight, as i wander around a crowded club, late at night. these progeny forment; zombies with faces of cement, a lost generation never to be found.
me, from the great north plains, enmeshed in the dao and ever the same, quite alone in a corn field in kansas, or the streets of minneapolis, talking on the telephone. miss my home.
ii
"its not that you don't fit in" -barb g says thinking she is a poetress looking all skin tanned german and proud, in her new car.
oh yeah barb remember when you thought all cars were really good was fucking.
iii
the city and its life.
i'm hopeless and without a clue:
kinetic with very little to.
together with, broken parts:
mostly mended memories not new.
deleted queen of spades:
and memories of the month of June.
(or perhaps January with its all seeing eyes)
i'm spicy and full of life:
Riverside, Elm River, and the Ole Miss too.
i'm silent and i miss kris and
her insatiable hunger and I wonder how much i can wonder.
reinstated queen of spades,
and hope for the month of June.
the city and its life.
the grateful dead, the U of M.
SUBMITTED BY J MOORE
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a license to hate, versus brain washing of a liberation,
sedation,
in the pysch ward...inverse forms of the county vitality submerged with the consensus of disreality a mocking fidelity, for what god what would change the weather of me, no i dont miss kris, i miss no one, i just wish to sleep with anyone in a pretty how town with up so many feeling down luka tells me he'd never seen so much misery in a place, such a monogamous race, disrespectful taste, a fall from grace, south dakota great places great faces thats what the teller told me not that she looked at the great places faces motiff on my expired driver's license, the red one, and said "great faces" looking at me, yes solitary lonely and greedy for time, no recover for the mind, in the wells fargo center off marquette, that time we were in kansas, the big city of the south, on the way to o.k. city, with its forested grove and all, what do you what me to talk about the white cliffs of dover,??
how bout the face of hoover dam? how about the time the orchard in my backyard with overcome with lambs, how bout skin cancer from tans?
macht's nichts, these old german bones of a soul, cry, indecipherable,
blonde and blue, not pure aryan but close enough, celtic a bit, just a for a couple tricks, overlooking mt matterhorn from the eagle's nest, so in the land of oz, who oddly enough made this town his home, even slept in his room, for a short time--in any case the land of oz, the land of oz
the land of oz, in no doubt he left this town in no doubt he left this town,
weird hippie inverse of love, kenneth anger
weird hippie inverse of love, kenneth anger
weird hippie inverse of love, kenneth anger
weird hippie inverse of love, kenneth anger
diprama was sure only 10-12 people in the ny city or maybe s.f. or new orleans we're doin it
who's doin it?
weird hippie inverse of love, kenneth anger
weird hippie inverse of love, kenneth anger
a whole bottle of alaskan vodka, from the liqour store, a whole fifth,
a whole fifth a whole fifth a whole fifth,
but somebody says wouldn't you like ketamine or at least russia vodka instead, you know the trick kind red bull and stoli
you know the trick kind red bull and stoli
several hundred dollars of it, a party, 10-12 of us at least 10-12 of us at least, are you confused now??
weird hippie inverse of love, kenneth anger
just be quiet now, it can wait
you weird hippie inverse of love,
kenneth anger
what love got to do wid it anyway
SUBMITTED BY J MOORE
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