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Kenny

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About Me

This is a place to wash your skin. it is important to the ritual. the dirt of our nation can poison the milk.It is violence that brought you here, removing your gloves, on your knees in a shallow pool shivering.To drink it you must be clean- outside.Inside you may not become clean,so you drink the milk.This is a place to remove the blood and organs,the slick red sin, souring the soul.You must wash your hands to remove the blood.It is an important part of the ritual.And the right know you're wrong, they will poison the milk.And if we all drink, we may for a moment, be free together.It is an important part of the ritual to be free, to drink the milk, to wash off the poison, together.This is a place to find a reason. A hole in the design for us to see through-- a crystal ball, for today.

My Interests

in•ter•est n. 1. a. A state of curiosity or concern about or attention to something: an interest in sports. b. Something, such as a quality, subject, or activity, that evokes this mental state: counts the theater among his interests. 2. Regard for one's own benefit or advantage; self-interest. Often used in the plural: It is in your best interest to cooperate. She kept her own interests in mind. 3. a. A right, claim, or legal share: an interest in the new company. b. Something in which such a right, claim, or share is held: has interests overseas. c. A person or group of persons holding such a right, claim, or share: a petroleum interest. 4. Involvement with or participation in something: She has an interest in the quality of her education. 5. a. A charge for a loan, usually a percentage of the amount loaned. b. An excess or bonus beyond what is expected or due. 6. a. An interest group. b. The particular cause supported by an interest group.

I'd like to meet:

a sound so sweet.

Music:

I can't remember what it was like to not know music. And I do believe that if there is one first I could have back it would be that one. I'd love to hear music for the first time again.

Movies:

Franz Kafka's Metamorphoses... as a rock opera.

Television:

mmmm... food network.

Books:

“When the shadow of the sash appeared in the curtains it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather’s and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it’s rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father’s. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. For no battle is ever won, they are not even faught, and all the the field reveals to a man is his own folly and dispair. And victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools." - William Faulkner makes me...

Heroes:

my mother.

My Blog

perfect

When the fire was still going, and its cracks and pops drowned out every other sound, I was smiling.   When their voicesmurmurs and misheard thoughts laid around us like coals glowing red aga...
Posted by Kenny on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 05:59:00 PST

Gone because it was defined

How sweet am I? You are quite sweet indeed my love, as sweet as any cane. Then tell me how you find me. I find you nearly perfect.And is your love as true as your words?Truer still.Then what else is t...
Posted by Kenny on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 05:03:00 PST

Safe.

The daughter of man in his forties. She cried at dinner. Tearing the flesh from a peach.   At night she dances in New York. On Wednesday she speaks only French.   Filling afternoons is he...
Posted by Kenny on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 09:57:00 PST

A mother is gone, but never forgotten.

I'm kind of fucked by this. My best friend's mother passed away last week. She was a mother of three and a dedicated wife. She wore a smile on her face through times when most people couldn...
Posted by Kenny on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 04:48:00 PST

Once in a life and time.

In the quiet air of a high shadow sun soft and reckless weighing the day in the grass.   A sword of sticks, castles of sediment and sand. From a nearby river-bank you throw stones.   Whil...
Posted by Kenny on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 01:44:00 PST

This place feels like home.

On this floor   in this apartment,   there are signs of a live.         Curtain rod,   cigarette burns   and an album from the forties,   playing ...
Posted by Kenny on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 09:49:00 PST

Qoutes

So being a fan of quotation, I thought it would be nice to hear some of your favorite quotes. I would love to hear some good ones, so please feel free to post them as in the comments field. Here's on ...
Posted by Kenny on Sun, 27 May 2007 04:02:00 PST

And everything.

We-- Make jars to hold the ashes so we can burn our words and keep them. Spend days at a time with our eyes closed so we don't see through each others bull shit. And some buy pillows shaped like peopl...
Posted by Kenny on Thu, 24 May 2007 12:32:00 PST

The Electric Six

In case you missed the Electric Six last week, (stupid of you). You can read my review of the show at Usounds.com.
Posted by Kenny on Wed, 02 May 2007 04:53:00 PST

You Can Tell A Man By his Shoes.

The size of a man's stomach has little to do with his couragehis capacity for bravery or love. And although Lucas Loamier was rather generous in both gut and girth, Barium was sure that his bulbous m...
Posted by Kenny on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 08:00:00 PST