4/3/08

SUICIDAL SOBRIETY

Strolling Boulevards
Dog weapons peeking out of your shirt cuffs

The Light Box, the Prestige Ashtray

Nerdy Jet

quislingism: Act of cooperating traitorously with an enemy


Sara was smart, subtle, the kind of girl who yelled out for daddy when she came.

chicory's only a weed til the coffee runs low

Intercourse and bird in hand and paradise and fuckberg

Old Light, Rotten Light

Bathetic.

It's so much more than you. It's me.

Flipflopsic Botoxic

Johnny Hyland

Moccasins And Awkward Feathers
Watersinner
Fundless
Iron Tracks
Worthy Poor
The Medicine Lodge Treaty - Summer 1867
From the Platte To The Yellowstone
Winter Sundogs
Papery Old Indian Butterfly Creature
One you kill for meat and robes, the other you kill for shields.
Shields?


It involved this overpowering feeling that came over me of everything being one. It was cool at first, certain of my friends were merging with other friends and I saw that it was the same light shining through them. Then folks began to merge more and more quickly-- so & so with so & so and he with she and suddenly everybody I knew was being revealed to share the same soul. So it got kind of scary, and I began to feel kind of lonely . . . I remember asking God to 'at least keep my wife separate' . . . but no, swwoooooop -- she was sucked up into this collective soul as well. . . . Finally it was just me and God, and, feeling fairly overwhelmed with emotion, I said as much. I said, "Well God, I guess it's just you and me." And for the only time in my life God spoke to me directly. I heard His voice:

He said, "Actually, it's only me."

ANHEDONIC - can't experience pleasure

Come Helling

dipsomania -An intense persistent desire to drink alcoholic beverages to excess

Faulkner taught me that my muse looks not into the future but into the past

Wintercounts (years, moons?)
Many Moons

Oh HO, mister Jack Benny Goodman . . .

Flaming Wagon Wheel
Brake & Alignment Service

Drunken Sailor

Mowing Service

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This fog is so thick I can't see my own cataracts

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