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The Last Rung: Cheer Up
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind. Wednesday, July 21, 2010. I wish I could. Nothing pisses off people. More than a whiny white bastard. Who’s got it so good. Yet finds himself so miserable. I wish I could. But with each passing day. It becomes clearer to me. That everything is the same. As it was in high school. Time does not pass. And things never change. I wish I could. Got Blog If You Want It.
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The Last Rung: December 2009
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind. Wednesday, December 23, 2009. I hear a distant drumming twinkling like stars in the night. Behind the lids of my eyes. She told me that she never loved me and I knew she was right. I knew she's was right . I found a fix to the problem and I'm now. On the nod can't you see it? I found a fix to the problem and I'm now. On the nod. believe it. And we're out of luck.
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The Last Rung: Show Business
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind. Thursday, July 22, 2010. Last night they got to talking about show business. The lump in my throat bobbed as I tried to drain a tallboy. And avoid participation in this animated conversation. I heard numbers and big plans get tossed around with logos and stickers. There was some rambling talk about “getting it into the right hands”. And never come back.
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The Last Rung: December 2010
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind. Tuesday, December 14, 2010. The ocean's weather got blown off course. I'm wearing it like a cold blanket,. On the porch,. My fingers are numb and my face hurts. It's good to feel something for a change. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Got Blog If You Want It. Too Beautiful To Live. The Late Heavy Bombardment. Where I'm Calling From. The Reason I Have Tinnitus.
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The Last Rung: October 2009
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind. Friday, October 30, 2009. Under the Wronging Tent. I knit the firmament. Of has been not yet. I see the damage. And fart in helium. Under Stanley stand next to me. Inexplicably aye-aye can see. On a reel to real. Of her trains trailing. Holding, beholding and whole ding. What case was in any case,. Valise coliseum when you can't. Call it like you see 'em? I wish fo...
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The Last Rung: I Am My Own Prison
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind. Tuesday, July 20, 2010. I Am My Own Prison. I am an incompetent idiot,. A creatively bankrupt,. I am an unproductive citizen. Who despises the accident of his birth. I am a natural born follower,. Mute in the presence of my betters. I am a disease,. Existing in constant fear. Of discovery and remedy. I am a ventriloquist’s dummy,. Propped up by hatred,.
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The Last Rung: November 2009
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind. Wednesday, November 25, 2009. What I been doing. Steeped in sweet sweet. What I been doing. Steeped in sweet sweet whine,. Steeped in sweet sweet drone. What I been doing. Steeped in black black. What I been doing. Steeped in black black clouds,. Steeped in black black tones. What I been doing. What I been doing. Soaked with powerful wine,. Soaked with powerful ohms.
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The Last Rung: Front
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind. Tuesday, December 14, 2010. The ocean's weather got blown off course. I'm wearing it like a cold blanket,. On the porch,. My fingers are numb and my face hurts. It's good to feel something for a change. I agree, its good to feel something for a change. Being numb and living in a bubble has been my year. No sorrow, no happiness. December 14, 2010 at 10:15 PM.
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The Last Rung: January 2010
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind. Saturday, January 16, 2010. Pantomimed the violent language. Of the ones who raised me up. They raised me up from an incubator. Into the arms of the insecure,. Singing softly about forever. While white dishes smashed the floor. In bursts of Francis Scott Key. On a football weekends. God Damn You.". I don't even remember the year. But I remember the football season.
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The Last Rung: September 2010
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind. Friday, September 17, 2010. As I Carry Mine. See Margo entered,. If yes, see attached. Train cars under the orchard’s eaves. Notice only, during the age. Some didn’t make it that far. The district division is small enough,. To carry in your pocket. As I carry mine. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Got Blog If You Want It. Too Beautiful To Live. The Late Heavy Bombardment.
