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June 17, 2000

MELISSA - bamboo book

MELISSA

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Iam liquidum sine more diem, sine more serenum eoo rediens Titan eduxerat orbes cum castris miles sub signis prodiit omnis et Phoebi radiis et luce coruscus ahena

The Wind blew so hard, the birds clung to the trees. The world was filled with dust and leaves. But the harder the wind blew down the road, the tighter the shivering man clung to his coat. I am sick of Mozart, and of shaving every morning sick that I cannot go to school, enough with skateboarding, sick of Kodak sick of media violence, sick of Schumacher. I am sick of writing about this. The live-shows by the beach in August. Of Boeing automatically forwarded, I hate that. I'm Sick of the Dining Room Table Being the Place Everyone Drops Off Their Junk! I used to wear jeans everywhere and with everything. I am sick of jeans and of all this Junk Mail and of being a mess. I am sick of such and such and of feeding pigeons and of decent titles. I am sick of this. Sick in bed and at home, sick of the web, I am sick of You, sick of Love. Sick of shredders and aspirin. Sick of typing, sick of Men With Multiple Chemical Sensitivity. I am sick of cyclical but short of getting a longer leg there�s nothing I can do about it. I'm sick of seeing and touching both sides of things, sick of being the bridge I'm sick of filling in your gaps. I'm sick of reminding you not to close off too tight for too long. I'm sick of mediating with your worst self on behalf of your better selves. I am sick of having to remind you to breath before you suffocate. I'm Sick, & It's Nobody�s Fault. I'm Sick of Hearing About My Upcoming Wedding, of chaos and tired of constant litter tracking, I am sick of smiling and so is my jaw. When time�s good for spaghetti and of the girl�s power and the new spin in gender�s roles and of Pokemon�s Pops. I am sick of standing the blog of your favorite non-celebrity 9-5 life of relationship and confusion. I fuckin love Valium, seriously. I am trying to figure out whose signature is whos.

And it was 5 years that I was serving mussels soups with shrimps, patchouli and olives up at Atomic BitchWax, Quantico, spreading in at the pool and at night white-trash ravings in beer and vodka and wine when we smelled the smell of burning rubber outside of Release Party�s Ring the heat the sky the day King fell back down to Earth at the NightODogs. Izba Anachin, 65N, Bradley the Buyer, who Looks Like Kenny Rogers, our unfortunate narcotics agent setting up his devil doll stool driving around like a moron, checking screen-size monologues at the table voicing of the woodwinds and brass strings modulating and mirroring. Mom was right. You are what you eat. Yessirree. Green eggs and ham that's what I yam. Your servants will be right to you for having the gumption to put something out there. Swamp Wedding Stories from the practices room you could give away as such. What is like where you live bro? A preacher bellowing in Spanish on The God You Like And The God You Don't are fascinated by murders and murderers wearing white clouds on the wings trying to conjure the appropriate image but suddenly too strange to exist and impossible to grasp, with Shakira shaking at the Last Fan Standing selecting 'materia medica� and remedies. What was it like to write? Magnolia biting Alex by children and for children crew locks and generators of ancient Egyptian afterlife. Bodies Like Ours has been given 501(c)(3) (Non-Profit status)

I love dogs and calculators, tourists websites and personality tests. I love cats I love beacon cheese and camping and dating sites directories. I love architecture, journals, I love freebies astrology readings, polls, and chat. Christian Web Pages, pasta, I love Washington DC, because I live and breathe for you. Like dancing on my tiptoes of childbearing women worldwide. But sometimes it just feels confusing, sometimes you're not part of the story, sometimes questions only get asked once, sometimes useless. Virgin express suicide, figurines of flowers and plants and objects the shroud of a convincing structure plug-in universalis astronomica.

© Fortunato Caragliano

Posted by lck at June 17, 2000 05:10 PM