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[25 Dec 2009|08:50pm]
the past becomes the future days i feel an affinity with you the future becomes what the past became i feel an eternity with you i don't know where i'm coming from and i don't care if i never ever return i don't know where i'm going to and i don't care if i never ever get there
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DON'T STOP TIL THE PANTIES DROP [04 Dec 2009|12:54pm]

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[26 Oct 2009|12:00am]
You can live in these hollows and rivers, exalt the righteous and drown the sinners.
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[04 Oct 2009|10:44am]
at the bottom of a rainbow just where i told you that i would be there are pots of gold and silver from kings and queens and there is lots of me no rise no fall don't even get a call just shining with this treasure all alone i love july and your humid little lie just shining with this treasure all alone my summer's dead no more congested head just shining with this treasure all alone we can we can do all sorts of things we can learn to love again we can we can we can we can weekend weeekend we can we can
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EARTH'S CITY LIGHTS [30 Sep 2009|08:19pm]
This image of Earth’s city lights was created with data from the Defense Meteorological Satellite Program (DMSP) Operational Linescan System (OLS). Originally designed to view clouds by moonlight, the OLS is also used to map the locations of permanent lights on the Earth’s surface.

The brightest areas of the Earth are the most urbanized, but not necessarily the most populated. (Compare western Europe with China and India.) Cities tend to grow along coastlines and transportation networks. Even without the underlying map, the outlines of many continents would still be visible. The United States interstate highway system appears as a lattice connecting the brighter dots of city centers. In Russia, the Trans-Siberian railroad is a thin line stretching from Moscow through the center of Asia to Vladivostok. The Nile River, from the Aswan Dam to the Mediterranean Sea, is another bright thread through an otherwise dark region.

Even more than 100 years after the invention of the electric light, some regions remain thinly populated and unlit. Antarctica is entirely dark. The interior jungles of Africa and South America are mostly dark, but lights are beginning to appear there. Deserts in Africa, Arabia, Australia, Mongolia, and the United States are poorly lit as well (except along the coast), along with the boreal forests of Canada and Russia, and the great mountains of the Himalaya.

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[22 Sep 2009|03:57pm]
Free of distortions
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[10 Sep 2009|09:54am]
Got me a movie, I want you to know.
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[02 Sep 2009|10:48am]
There is no rule in the iron game, only the law of master and slave.
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[27 Aug 2009|10:08pm]
That which disturbs your soul you must not suffer. Cast it out.

[09 Aug 2009|11:43am]

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[29 Jul 2009|05:11pm]
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[21 Jul 2009|03:42pm]
I buried seeded lies and so the trees grew emotions and died and now you can't breathe goodbye
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[08 Jul 2009|06:04pm]
i played miserable music with massive mediocrity until models fell for me in the checkout lane there was a magazine and on the cover was a photo of a boy who sang things i wrote i said look mom there is a funny joke the doctor said i should take what i can get now i'm standing naked with nothing left love wants a boy from neither side of the track love puts stars in your eyes and knives in your back i'm not looking forward to another lonely summer i know i should stop calling you i just really love your number
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[26 Jun 2009|01:31pm]
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[15 Jun 2009|02:32pm]
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.

I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
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[13 Jun 2009|10:37pm]
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IMPORTANT [07 Jun 2009|02:36pm]
I want everyone to fucking answer this:

What are your top albums of the 21st century?

Can be one, can be a hundred and one, doesn't matter how many just name some names.
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[06 Apr 2009|01:13pm]
everything changing will unchange again sun sheds the light as the love sheds the skin you could still wish to the heart of the world secrets you sleep with will not break the spell come on let's go home buried in your room sing a song all day 'til there's none left love comes close but chooses to spare me death comes close but ceases to take me i want to twist the knife of the deep end to siphon the love from the hearts i believed in look outside world is exploding stay inside still never knowing taking cover with each other sleeping off a century of hope everything's changing to remain the same silhouettes shy as the rain runs the drain every day's decayed debases the dream the ghosts that will haunt you are not what they seem still you say you're deaf to depravity but that can't be true because i know you can hear me
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[21 Mar 2009|06:10pm]
it's only nothing
it's only nothing
it's only nothing
it's only nothing
it's always nothing.
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Writer's Block: Desert Island Time [02 Mar 2009|09:22pm]
You're packing your bag for that magical desert island that happens to have electricity, a TV, and a DVD player—what five DVDs do you take with you?


Anyway, I'm doing some retarded paper that's due tomorrow. I'M GOING TO FAIL because my professor says I write well but there is too much hyperbole in my writing. Just because I compare the way people alienate themselves to amputating zombie limbs or the grip that something has over a person's psyche to that of a GI Joe's Kung Fu grip doesn't mean shit. Really though, how can I write about something as trite as this, I want to be challenged and not feel like I'm wasting my fucking time every single class session.
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