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[09 Apr 2005|09:25pm]
This planet has put up with much worse than us. It's been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, solar flares, sunspots, magnetic storms, pole reversals, planetary floods, worldwide fires, tidal waves, wind and water erosion, ice ages and hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets, asteroids, and meteors. You think a few plastic bags and aluminum cans are going to make a difference?

The planet will shake us off like a bad case of fleas. And it will heal itself, because that what it does; it's a self-correcting system. The air and water and earth will recover and be renewed. And if plastic isn't really degradable, most likely the planet will incorporate it into a new paradigm: The Earth Plus Plastic.

The Earth doesn't have a particular prejudice against plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. Perhaps she sees it as one of her many children. It could be the reason the Earth allowed us to be spawned here in the first place. She wanted plastic, but didn't know how to get it!

Philosophers say, "Why are we here?" The planet says, "Plastic, asshole!"
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[21 Mar 2005|08:08pm]
it's eight something in the morning and i'm still drunk and on the train.

a large man with thinning hair and a half-shaven face is sitting in my usual seat. i try to look menacing, wearing my disapproval as visibly as possible, but he doesn't seem to register. lark! doesn't he know who i am? O! how can he; i don't even know! this train seat is clearly not big enough for the both of us, and yet he seems so completely comfortable with me on his lap like this!

what luck i have...
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i can't convince him of ANYTHING [20 Mar 2005|12:22am]
it's a war of attrition, my dear reader; this is the battle of the bulge. and i'm corporal. what will chafe first? my moral fibers or the crotch of his pants?
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total song title material graham! [18 Mar 2005|12:01am]
a viscous compound of ethereal origin
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as seen on my xanga [14 Mar 2005|03:55pm]
on my way to work yesterday a boy with a voice that sounded like a telephone said to me that he wanted to 'get down with [me] baby'. it wasn't really like that though. he said it in the first person, really -- more like: 'i wanna get down with you baby i i i i i wanna get down with you babbyyyy' he was going on and on like that and i was starting to feel really good about myself, to be quite honest. well, in retrospect i feel like such a sucker, but i mean, i was really starting to dig him. he was so sweet and cute and he just really made me feel special.

unfortunately, after the initial interest began to subside, i started to get a little upset with his inconsideration. i mean the conversation was so one-sided and it was like i didn't even exist to him. and while i really dug how he wanted to get down with me, baby, i just didn't feel like he was even listening to me. he just kept on singing about getting down with me. i said to him. i said, 'baby, i know you want to get down with me but i need some sort of commitment first. i need to know you're always going to be there for me.' and that's what i said to him. because it was true. that's how i felt. but all he could come up with was that he really wanted to get down with me. i told him that i wasn't going to be pressured into meaningless getting down. i told him that i was hurt that after all the sweet time we had shared together that he would treat me with such disrespect and -- and that he would objectify me like that. i don't think he was even listening but i went on anyways. i told him that i was sorry but i didn't think this relationship was going to work out. i'm such a sucker, but i'm glad i stood my ground. i didn't want to get walked all over like usual.

it wasn't easy to do, but i changed the radio station.

and i was right. i was just another mark for him. i haven't heard from him since, and i doubt he's tried. he knows my number. not a single message or anything.

i hate being right.

needless to say, this has been the toughest morning i've had in over a year.

i just thought you should know.

oh. and k is for kompressor. and kompressor is for me.
with minor apologies to r.becca.
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[14 Mar 2005|08:19am]
i was biting my nails in anticipation of a road trip through our nation's
breadbasket. desperately clinging to the phone in hopes that my salvation
might be found in a ring that never came.

morning's apathy gave way to afternoon's maudlin despair. where were you? i
was packed and ready.

the rocketship of my heart never launched that day; its mission, scrubbed.

or maybe this is a war of a different kind of attrition...
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[14 Mar 2005|12:40am]
something I've wanted to address but haven't (for lack of time), is this: all the various "techniques of observation" we use in our daily lives, both consciously and unconsciously, are to protect ourselves against the scandal of The Real. These "Strategic Defense Initiatives" can take the form of a variety of mechanisms: how we cover the head of the cadaver, and also how we ourselves stand, how we talk, and how we look up at one another constantly throughout the experience. It's this active social aspect of knowledge which Diderot found so compelling, the way we don't simply discover Truth, but rather embody it, act it out.
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[14 Mar 2005|12:35am]
ATTN: I will start updating due to special requests from a certain dickhe- I mean, graham gahshill.
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almost dead [28 Jan 2005|11:39pm]
magenta dirty eyes I lost a shitload of my vital fluids tonight. Years of decay incinerated by the cleansing flame of the past few weeks. total fucking banality. the snake that cannot cast its skin perishes. so too with those minds which are prevented from changing their views: they cease to be minds. the surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.
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[13 Jan 2005|09:28pm]
I wont ever do that again
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[12 Dec 2004|12:01am]
i wish everything were simple. black and white. i hate all this grey.
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[18 Nov 2004|08:29pm]

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[12 Nov 2004|11:12pm]
How are you?

how the hell did that happen? [04 Nov 2004|06:40pm]
two words: civil war
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[28 Oct 2004|10:07pm]
Dear Monday Night,

You have seen the worst of me. A jacket. A jacket. It doesn't make sense- how can a jacket, serve as a trigger, a Medusa, a paralysis of my bare mind-frame? Shell-shock. It doesn't equate- but if I leave home like that again I will forever be in debt. I no longer fear remorse; no- that is the least of it, that is the scraping of the newly molded crust. Relapse into blind failure. I was almost as unstable as before, if not more- I did not know I was capable of such things. But is this just the eye of a storm? The farther away I crease from the event in time; the deeper it sinks (although unaware) into gray matter. I hate to admit it but I think I need to start talking. This can't happen again, not to my friends, not to my family, not to myself.
How are you?

[26 Oct 2004|01:55pm]
-O dear! O dear! I don't want to secede this way- "I want to be let alone!"
-I begin to feel weak in the knees!
-Oh Jeff! Jeff! is that the elevated position that you promised me?
-Alas! Alas! I prophesized in November that secession would be the death of us.
-So perish all the traitors!
-Can it be possible that they will dare to hang gentlemen from South Carolina?
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[24 Oct 2004|08:17pm]
God bless those who take out their trash every spring.
Those who get fitted for new shoes before the old ones are well worn.
Or even broken in.
You are the ones who are free.
Some people don't tie the laces tight enough on purpose.
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rat poison for dinner [17 Oct 2004|03:08pm]
Taste. I have no taste. I don't like these tiny portions or your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic. So go choke on your irony.
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[17 Oct 2004|03:04pm]
I watched my yellow cat invade my red cat in the yard
the feline war has raged for years
so I assumed it'd be too hard
for me to drive my foot between them
I would never risk the scratch
just to prove to one or both of them
a cat is just a cat

again I watched my cousin Greg watch MTV inside his home
he makes fun of the hip-hop videos from the couch he rides alone
snug in the cushion of his cackling
he forgets his looming doubts
he has relied on this for years
you will not yank the carpet out
no, no

these are my friends
this is who they have been for always
these are my days
this is how they stay
hey hey

I watched this dude each night
same table
who creates and crumples up
his eyes are wide from sipping endlessly his endless coffee cup
he feeds me quotes that lonely goat
I watch him grazing
I will not stop him when he rambles;
I’m becoming one myself.
Lou is bugged and shot up with drugs.
He sweats this bird he hardly knows.
All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes
so like some hybrid mother/lover she’d soothe and heal his wounds and kiss
those dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon. Oh please.
I watch my neighbor’s son play with his shotgun in the street.
I think I’ll blaze all day and marvel at the mass
It’s strange;
and if I’m truly so enlightened why’d I waste your time on it
as I look back at all these crossroads and the middle where I stay,
right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid
by the faux-finest finds It’s been that way and god damn you,
how you stay, with every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day.
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[14 Oct 2004|07:42am]
Haiku #2

Why is it that our
opposable thumbs are al-
ways up our asses?
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