the.

“maps? pirate tales? scurvy cures?”

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“consensual banging.”

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“and pete, sorry about the fasting comment. i forgot about your religion thingy. shalom.”

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“pcp will do that shit to you too. this one time, back in 77′ i was so high on pcp that i stole a whale out of the ocean and rode it to san diego.
that’s how sea world came about.
see kids, drugs CAN do good things for our society.”

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“yes,
i will call this posting..
“a whale’s vagina”

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“and maybe a cheap shot kick to the groinal region.”

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“i’ve recently learned of the term “freegan”…i guess it’s one who doesnt eat animal products unless it’s there and already dead and it’s better off feeding you than the trashcan.i like it.”

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“maybe we should attend some of these meetings and have a say in what happens in this town.”

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“get some.”

anytime this week, that i’ve been driving with only a single car behind me, they’ve had one headlight out.

note: this was the packaging at time of purchase.

a string hangs down,under my palm [i like it there]
coming down from the inside of my long-sleeve shirt
i caught a snag on a baby sidewalk tree riding my bike here with my eyes closed
arms stretched out to carry the balance of no hands
a year for re newness of my body
sometimes with ochre or a bit of sienna
for all the manual devices that play a part in the natural movement of my sanity
there is a sense of soft moving grace
under the saving energy of a door delivered green lightbulb
the air is a ton of nondescript beatings that shake the line that already quivers in the middle ground of loving
there are questions
only bother with them
allow yourself the feeling of cold air on closed eyelids
i can make rain

ahahahahahahahahhaha.

see i totally get the essence.
this is a meal; i could make.
but only because i am a dude.
and would just throw together whatever was lying on my countertop.

but you.
you foreigner.
you mixed these things intentionally
and with clear purpose.
only a separate aesthetic known only in the tropic of Capricorn,
could come up with a simple sliced banana,
and find something even more yellow to slide under it.
whats underneath the fried rice?  fools gold?
the amazon itself?