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Beautiful Day for a Neighbor
Well, it’s a beautiful day in the Neighborhood withdrawal for Heroin Addicts: Could you be Mine? Would you be Mine? Won’t you be my Savior? Won’t you, please? Please won’t you, be? Won’t you be my Saviour? —
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Flunking Funkя, I
Conceed ambivalent At ultimate receptacle Dispossess the towel Confounded release
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Lovers’ Inquiry
“with what means?” “to what end?” Two broken fingers for trying to bend. On, in, over, ever naught knit that sewn between. © 2010 js [ revised, in the fourth month ]
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A Letter to Nikolay (Curious, Russian Bloke)
Interjection: J___ speaks over himself momentarily, to remark upon something going on in the background, here, presently on Television, a Film. Dude! have you ever listened to “The Doors” (the 1960’s american rock band)? I ask for this reason: Understand, Nikolay, I am a simple man, yet rather as a paradox, I suppose the Psych_______…
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Something About a G & L ASAT Guitar (as Avatar)
I laugh at my bullshit mouth sometimes, and sometimes i share with you. In this case, i do both. My text; an excerpt from elsewhere follows: “…your report inspires contemplation. more imagery, i should share. not unselfish, to complete requisite tasks; collect relevant imagery, and arrange for sensible viewing, etc., i may dismiss the effort.…
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Violent Vehement Dagwood
[ All this, Fiction, for your entertainment, ] if you haven’t noticed [by now], i’m bored with this …† until then i disregard your pain, for mine, selfish ass i beesnesthead, concern myself more ’bout ma own these days, sukka! but don’t feel bad. i have someone to blame … blamin’ be sa easy, yo–…
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Fools Guild Spare Change
I am surprised by my own excitement to muster a proper salutation, as I wonder how I might most readily turn your imagination toward my immediate, yet developing fascination with what I perceive of [it]. I recognize in the cyclical, independent / interdependent nature of [its “components”], or [that is], the individual [parts] ; your…
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From an Astral-Vessel, Feet Dangling
Can I put my feet out while it’s moving? (As if the pilot in the film Contact, with J. Foster) You know how it is: sh*t moving all over, out of focus, holding the right-eye in desparation to be on-target, without making the eyes pop-out, or everything– at least– is blurred, and not as I…
About
Published in 2006, What’s On Your Brain is the personal blog of @ajaxStardust
It’s composed mostly prosaic ramblings.
