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Jack Scratch

Making mistakes since 1982!

About Me

I live in a shoe (I just don't know what to do...). my kitten is kadeesha, little baby girlie and I adore her. I have the lovely moon painted on my wall and it blinks light at me in the night when I look at it with soft eyes. Yes it's true, I loved you once Julian, Mr. Correction. And for some reason, wine always stains my mouth, makes my words all red. I love the way you speak.www.languageofthebirds.blogspot.com.

My Interests

I'd say...but rather not risk you trying to dissuade me.
What weird misc. thing are you?
Fish eating spaghetti
You are absolutely adorable. I want to pick you up and sqeeze you until noodles come out of your nose.

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I'd like to meet:

dame kindness, or molly and zhalih, but that probably won't happen, because molly couldn't give a cat directions to it's own litter box. I want to cry. And I'd like to jog with Maniac Magee.

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Movies:

the Hustler is almost as good as Alien vs. Predator

Books:

"I look for you, I look for your image among the medals that the gray sky models and abandons, I do not know who you are but I owe you so much that the earth is filled with my bitter treasure. What salt, what geography, what stone does not lift its secret banner from what it was shielding? What leaf on falling was not for me a long book of words addressed and loved by someone? Beneath what dark furniture did I not hide the sweetest buried sighs that sought signs and syllables that belonged to no one?""None of the books have time to say how being selfless feels, they make it sound a superior way of getting what you want. It isn't at all. Selflessness is like waiting in a hopital In a badly-fitting suit on a cold wet morning. Selfishness is like listening to good jazz With drinks for further orders and a huge fire.""It’s like, when you find that dumb article of clothing-- the shirt or pants or anything tangibly textured, and you know it happened, even Though it was hard to remember, and you didn’t remember, purposely--there are remnants of you here.After months, I've found them. It’s been months and I've all but forgotten, and then that strange lover residing in the back of my mind comes back: the dream within a dream: did I feel the cheap tile of your bathroom? did I feel your voice and mouth?"(can you use a semi-colon correctly?)

Heroes:

The Inca Kola girl, and Rydia Caller

My Blog

unsent letter to Emit

Right now he's tumbled drunk upon the bed which is really just a sleeping bag and foam top that once rested atop another bed and I must say that the absence of bed and yet still the pink cotton sheets...
Posted by Jack Scratch on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 07:18:00 PST

BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!

Thank you lassies and love. Thank you for the harmony of devotionals, the end of which sang like cake in the cab, perfect broken beautiful, like Ella to follow your kind ankles with.Thank you for the...
Posted by Jack Scratch on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 06:59:00 PST

For Zhalih

Yes, there is something absolutely aching in your presence.I act in a voice clotted with self-dissatisfaction.There is a room with kind and subdued painted walls, it might beThe office of some doctor ...
Posted by Jack Scratch on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 11:31:00 PST

Love Letter for Pepper

Pepper you are my angel.  In that woolen and pleated skirt you are the lovely young lass with "demure" spelled in alphabet soup upon your lovely upturned palm jolly giggling with the si...
Posted by Jack Scratch on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 09:44:00 PST

Letter for Emit

I do believe that in a way, in that dull way or in that blunted way, better to say blunted for it's there, I think at least a bit but notIn the forefront of imaginable motivation but simply in the rec...
Posted by Jack Scratch on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 02:47:00 PST

For Mimsy from Scarlet

Mimsy, You just took off with the romantic bags over the shoulders of our two hour guests. I went back to your room, un-paused the song we were about to play. In this song it snows, you are seventeen,...
Posted by Jack Scratch on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 03:57:00 PST

exerpts overheard from a conversation: Penny and Lucy

The worst kids I've ever had to work for in my life,their parents were child therapists.those parents, or psychologists in general, for themit's a pride issue if their children are fucked up, so you c...
Posted by Jack Scratch on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 03:11:00 PST

Caladar .2.2--for Hannah

How do you tell the person you love that you're in love with them?  How do you tell the person you're in love with that all you have left are the paltry fragments left over, while still, irrevere...
Posted by Jack Scratch on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 01:48:00 PST

Calandar .1--to Hannah

I'm procrastinating.  Emit's here and he won't let me get anything accomplished, makes me giggle and makes up things for my (extremeley important) English paper. He thinks Vidal's essay sucks, a...
Posted by Jack Scratch on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 09:23:00 PST

With Zhalih On a Sunny Afternoon

10/14/06 Some word bellows through this open season. The air is blighted crisp clear with mothers and fathers and intricate events, and among all this, you sit there And I have a camera, terrified o...
Posted by Jack Scratch on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 02:11:00 PST