i am not acquainted inside all these "tom-tech" bedrooms...all y'all acting...like life is a big commercial
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poetry and the downtrodden chateau filth that leads to the riches of wisdom...joyous melancholy in its celebratory state, also (ultra)marathoning(the releasing of endorphins), the visitation to the museum of memory without the guilt of self-defeating loathing (the ancient pictures on the walls are something i have yet to remember...the unknown is obvious and unforetold...future recycling thoughts forgotten...come again...)
the man who walked on water, the western haiku
there are some good artists still floating around but for fuck's sake quite a bit of bloody shit music is circulating, polluting our ears nowadays...not with the same charismatic harmony as before, although some tolerable noise is appropriate and necessary...all those in the know are fully aware of whom i am speaking... "some say i come off a little bit cocky...but cocky is just another word for doing it right..."-rusty james
"do you remember being born..... no...it must have happened during one of my blackouts","...with a mind like yours, you oughta try the land-crab!","all my friends and they died, they died","no money,no job,no rent,...back to normal","i will strike down upon thee with...","luckily my neck broke my fall"
good times, sanford and son, most all tv land and nick at nite,biographies,the history channel, espn, and of course the news and all its negative infatuations we as Americans have with the humour in tragedy
On the Road,Jack Kerouac; Howl,Allen Ginsberg; Rain Mirror, Michael McClure; Wilderness, James Douglas Morrison; Nepenthe, Steven James Hysong; Fear and Loathing..,Hunter S. Thompson;,Charles Bukowski, A Season In Hell And Illuminations, Arthur Rimbaud
carlton ridenhour(and all past and present advocates for civil liberty), steve prefontaine, all the dean moriarty's everywhere, moses(grandpa shadow,the self-appointed hero), george carlin, branche rickey, jimmy walker-dynomite (j.j. evans)