anachronizms

aftershock. take me to the safe sidewith my good friend, the ocean.should i disconnect & reconnect?or reconnoiter?   life is interestingwithout the internet.   basing chanceson sex with the quality of your reading.big sur lodge.   trashed the last seven.accidentally!   that’s a first.   25-75%chance of recovery.messianic trees.   the anti-capital-ization myth.   naked faces...

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It’s impossible to even see it.But everything’s about it.An hour of non-lunch.Lost my me.   Missing a butthole.Might’ve been kissing a buttholebut everything’s lost outsidefor an hour.Tuna cheddar at noon.   Withhelicopters.   Picking upbirthmarks on theroadside.Vintage sounds:   buzz saws,what used to be called a jukebox,being lovely and sweet and feverish.On loan to...

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I’ve requested to stay at his place tonight.A quarter in the (used to be called a jukebox).Here we go back to waiting.A neurotic disliking – like the new table dance.If he’s so hesitant, perhaps I should give Garwin a call.I DO need to study.    Morose dislike.    Moronic dislike.L...

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Of course I’m not what I used to be.Shut up! go the snapping redwoods.Shut up!   Shut up!   they know.What’s wrong with falling in love, anyway?It’s spilt milk and we’re all allergic.My mind is not expensive enough.E x p a n s i v e .Ask the trees about the binoculars.Reminder: ...

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poppy seeds & bibelotsadjunct all you wantpasted-up brain in the gutterroad bumps the clams hover aboutanimated birthmarkload rumps into the tunnelbefore the big decisionstylized Hudsuckermore Millay on quick sushishuttered butternice a lot     mostly online...

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way to pump that gagwing a wing on downto the red wine (Oonopais)Crackerjacks scatteredon the Public Parkingsidewalk – oenophilesat noon – Septemberaperitif – & a lot of thinking on all fours the whole enchiladasince Friday – howhelp nomad landat noon – Septemberruffians of the rightwing – iPhonestinkling amongst the redwoods...

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Language is a sand bar.                  —Kit RobinsonFact actions are the greatest.   If you want to send a memoI’ll circulate it.   Nothing beyond the obvious, of course.I couldn’t agree more.   Very pleasant terminal of anafternoon.   Finally getting clear about the other guy.Don’t lie...

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Is this a massage?   It certainly feels like one.Lars lights up from smelt.   History repeats it-self into a mister, lights up New York for thethird or fourth time.   The average cost permonkfish is seventy-five dollars.   Lookup heartfelt.   Look up, heartfelt.   Bogey.Noon is a tundra of government scrutiny. Take pictures...

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Sorry BeijingWords in the middle of the mouth. Gelatin sky over sloping people sipping green tea. Disney buys aerial wedges – four billion dollars. Hulu Young & the Restless just to feel something. Come over – repeat – come over and check me out (new identity)....

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Reading just depressed me.I’ll suffer with the dawgs of Awgust.   Let themremember me this way, torn apart from my meat,putting on the wrong face and forgetting to weara belt.   The hallway’s doused in tingly lubricantand breakfast is nothing but a couple of birds inthe attic.   What found me there?   What...

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One theory leans on another, takesa bite out of narrative.   This good.Dumb Sunday.   Scanners in love,already tedious.   Extra seriouscereal, ongoing online snapper.You don’t know the half of it.Gradually punctuated wake-up.Nude butt develops lips, instantmessages weekend.   MysticRiver on Gay.com no hanky-panky. Didn’t sleep much but found someone to unwrap.   Looks cute...

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ImpersonalHit your heart out.   Take apill earlier.   Saturday sun-glasses fall asleep on mus-tache.   One hour snuggle.Sense of literally bawling.Joy and love need a nap.   Get a grip and pass the mustard.Shake a leg before stroking.Scratches head and wondersnever cease.   Forty winkselse still bonkers bonking....

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Posse pyramid in pee party.   Disgust it with you later.   Pootsirens on unchosen.Broke down startrelationship inUnion Square.Call column:“Do ya thinkI’m wasting?”Exhale.   Exhale.And I was just sunk,sunk.   One to five.But things get up.   Pup-tentblanks.   Boy oh boy.   Not to men-tion pops posesin pussy piss....

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For and without you.Dark circles under ahaircut.   Cat purrsrice.   Naked headgot hurt dancing.Mom turns two.Have to go, bythe way.   Ableto play bizarrework in fragilemaybe.   Bestway to put it....

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Seagulls.   Sitting on hislegs in September.   Scan-ning 1998 etc.   Recon-ciliation.   Realization.Except I love happy definite I do.   Aloneand frugal, walkingon elimination.   TypeTokyo in one breath.Scan cat.   Cat scan(breathe blood brain).Coco’s doves withno clothes.   Don’tcry, Wedgie, get ahyper romance.   Feel a little like sitting on September....

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One melon rind.   Mohaircat.   Tragic laugh stink.Fairly morbid sucker.But I was whatever.OK, I didn’t.   Inpill form.   Tookoff wrapping face.Cat’s pajamas.Butt motivation.Took off gracewrapping face onSunday.   Describethe hands I’m losing.   Pisses the face I fucked.   Cat-hedral ist October....

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She cokes bacon on purpose.Also bundts the oven.   Catstickle mice behind ears.   Finally.Cool breezes through windows. Tonight’s supposed to complain about it.   So I’ll do that & then. At 6:30 I felt an Indian Summer under Grandma Hazel’s quilt for the first time.   Refreshing til for-ever.   Go to...

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Brief ShallotsSpank in Englisha little better.Especially havingdrink martinis.Apothecary hard-onsmells like meth pits.Somebody’s balloonbubble burst on thesmoking lamp.Quell the mites.Biscuits &Leviticus....

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Tuck him in hand by footafter dinner with Face-book salesman and fourcrab-legs.   What aboutFuckface?   Give thestraight scoop.   Abig fat F for traffic.We to the very end. Call me when love gets beets.   A dry pocket of moles over a table of herring....

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drink nymph barf?   oho!well I can’t & quicklyshampooed.   fuck fuck.dreamland seem to be-long just today.   notoops I barfed.obviously seem &hopefully tookcare of.   hesnore likeanimal.   maybeChristopher how much further.   suck startingSunday by yesterdaydistant.   that’s prettymuch the a-list....

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By then, you could tell I had lostmy brain.   It’s amazing the thingswe take for granted. In the red zone, another Japanese class on the queer arts. It’s not stasis, it’s waking up.   Period. Every day a few new turns....

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The eagle has landed.   At The Eagle,no less!   We keep searching for gloryholes, I thought there were glory holeshere.   Some secret doorway to a base-ment or an upstairs.   My igorance issometimes bliss.   But I often mis-take it for honesty, which blowsholes in the theory I’m work-ing so very hard on....

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Bloopers from BewitchedIt doesn’t take a geniusto figure it out.   Big dragsoaked by queen of cham-pagne.   Smallest dais inouter space.   How’s yourrelationship to the inter-national time zone?   Orthe deathmarch to udon?Call it what you will,with your pent up saltedrim fetish.   Chain-jang-ling rumpus at the Arcde Sling or anecdotalFuji frolic.   Either...

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FlashbackWe were looking at the lake through the eyesof a murder.   Was it simply platonic?   I feelokay about how we spent our impasse.   Yellowleaves, thin, small, scattered on the walk aroundthe plaza.   Spigots and shrubbery, some sort oflaughing bird, the plastic hunchbacks spinningin the noontime wind.   Didn’t she get her...

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Say That Again With Your Tongue In My MouthHappy Hump Day!   I can see the Second Comingin faces of Frank on molded glasses.   This, a darkruse, with rhetorical concern of high homosexual fashion (think burning hundred dollar bills, tit-clamps, tattoos on foreheads, exploding bottles of Veuve Clicquot) and mushy faces...

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