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THE SHORTEST GIRLS

DATE ONLY

THE TALLEST MEN

/// \\\CULTURAL BARF? exploration of self- non- being in Google daytimes.

EXPERIENCE, CREATION, RELATIONSHIPS (clocks/cell phones/calendars/crooked teeth/cold cold walks home)barely understood, but breeze walking screamed - your knees hurt. HOPES and DREAMS (altered states) disorganized, desire rare 'hey buddy, hioh, cool, yes, heardthatband, great art!

sitcom is not my style i'msorry' trampled over take-out coffee stain sidewalks through cell-phone prankcall pissed-offs.

PARTS:/// EVENTS 01. NONLINEAR TIMELINE of ALL and EVERYTHING – BURT SAMPSON (SFELD)02. STEAK SAUCE – JONATHAN ROBERT LEBLANC (TO)03. The AUTUMN TURNPIKE – DAVID CARSON KROL (GUELPH)04. TIME TO SUCK THE DAY'S DICK – DIMITRI KARAKOSTAS (TO)05. ***** & INSIDECOVER+BACKCOVER - ALICIA VASQUEZ (SF)

THE ARMAGEDDON BREAKUPTHE FITTED SHIRTTHE FAKE-OUT TAKE-OUT MAKE-OUT BREAK-UP WAKE-UP FACE-DOWN THE TEST OF TIMETHE RECORDED VOICETHE ACOSTING POEMTHE HATEFUL GAZETHE REJECTION IN FULLTHE PRESSURE OF PUBLIC TRANSIT

FINALLY INSIDE TWO MINDS THINK ALIKE-A LIE-A LIGHT-A LIFE-A CAR RIDE

disguised as some thing else wheredaveed spead button bonk cris pharlee toep (how does it feel?)

to-do lists:new style , rode yr bike , apt a

except!;i laugh when i think about the future ]\

;i still think i see your workplace reflection ]-NON;no two bodies are the same ]/

[i expect nothing from the eternal musk of trustworthy friends.]

picture Yourself, alone in bed. coughing up #910503.

01. .10YOU GROW UP and you grow up, and post-script record collection you laugh about- redistributed five months from now. i am all but desire. the fence, must leave. woke up dry eyed, brooke shields conversation beyond my door.

/ / /(all PALMISTRY) past loves EXCLAIM:

"you have such a stronglove line; mine?

barely there at all" / / /

“youth exists!” early TWENTYess YEARs of sacred tRADition – (drink, drunk, fuck, 'i'm youuung, is expected of me!') EXperience- (lust, longing, l[ow]ww standards, “need somebody”) abSOLUTION- (\everybody and where exaACTly the same and why this is appropriate/). leisure and luxury four years til stable job & settle down proper web prescence (thesiswritingpartner = sweetie). gain (y)our respect and fire at daybreak (do out)fit shrugged shOLDERs when asked to speak. Young teen dream'd of wwf wrestling and cigarettes after school with slurpees, walking home. The joke (ex)is(ts to be) everybody.

“unsure rememberance” inherant desire to SELF-EDUCATE, SELF-MEDICATE, and SELF-RELY. Flux of drunks to alcoholics, realize as early as possible that intoxicated research is indeed REAL. Scalable down to the smallest of boxcar crumbs- thin veil of indifferent drunk exposes closed eyes! Morning pains! Through and through day number six! IT WAS HARD ENOUGH !!! !!!

“tactless muse; my appropriation.”//i am not absolute, true for you is forgiving those made from dust a second time. feeling better : waking up habits old (mine do) rest and sign for registered mail?

“helpLESS disappearance” future shock impossible, riddled bodies, seperating checklists of all things unforgettable. 'i'm unavoidable.' fhe fear of )bumping ex-girlfriend same large city at nite) not leave bedsheets late friday nights for the party really is - DON'T LOOK FOR MY BIKE AT THE BAR. Greater 'who you been (with) 'contrasts heart of arithmetics (flirtatious [gestures in repituoir] throughout) beyond the boundaries of subtle. sensing THE GAZE, my rarely entire life an inimitable indefinition / inexplicable nostaliga of far-off city streets pet names pinned to my chest. hard earned bad luck, b-more or brooklyn or bay areas for the springtime: coffee / first girl fall in love fast best thing: lucky seven year rabbit cycle. impulsive qualities are most loved.

change the stupid smirk before YOU RUIN EVERYTHING. all future of all things depend soul lee on covered sine waves withold friends.

I ! AM ! SORRY ! what was that about?

shamed on, -mass text message unfit for reply. I feel YOU no where. The breifly ill au pair (shy) with no sort of plastic bag, waves frantically taxi down. Taxi stop, small car crash u-Turn two wide. now we all are o.k.

I sit on the bathroom floor and repeat to myself - “ dark hair dark eyes e. saidgwick dopplegunger wants soul why me why me why me. “

“ what good is a memory if the memory isn't good?lazy soul, mercied soul, sore soul, god, why can i not feel anything? i fell out of bed last nite, wouldn't be last time.you wonder why it's hard to love? two thousand & nine, guy!!

eternally shrugged shouldersit's too late, anyways.”

GENERationALLY, no will change. alone, less alone, now nothing of 'who' and 'who will.' THE CREATOR computer and that computer crashed, painting self-portraits and rough leaving all over the place. all with no-struck and dazzled no-bodies, resisting one thing all the while- secrets are guarded eternally: just 19 with internet girlfriend who called me MUFFIN and BUTTON wonder where she is now? & just 20 heart hurts.

astonishment closed behind her (mute french habits) more and more glass / / /crystal every now and then / / /

no Special signifigance to badly buried dracula fangs in a dresser drawer. lascivious no-desire english princess nude for NO-ONE. intimately shed mutual blood / accepting folk songs. dinner guests date inner circle sensible women. last words so loudly they can be heard from miles around:

i accept thatmy own face

is an accident

02. .20

03. .30 PrologueCloudless tomorrow autumn leaves become everything enjoy the sunshine

Autumn AppearsFingertips upon the frosted window the world is cold and white breath clouds the glass gaze upon the death of autumn snow is thrown by icy wind into white picket fences. The flower garden crumbles.

The Black Thought ProcessShe stood in the shadow of an evergreen at night I sat on the dirty pavement The hollow the empty living One of the empty living the air is heavy with the smell of earth, fallen pine needles, and her though I was surrounded by the ruined city she so faraway by glade and stream in the moonlight I have only cold orange streetlights no stars, no soul, merely decay and mechanical failure nothing living. Nothing living I will never defile her with my freezing iron hands She is safe from my disease She the beauty that remains

Waking/SleepingBlack against green fieldsthe cool fragrant nightthe stars are goneroses are a mourning floweronly thorns in the darkbut the windswept wastelandsare the same in waking as in sleeping

Transforming Hometownsmy mind is roses and daffodilsfalling rain hits concretePitter Patter Pitter Patterthe failing smile grows greywill i believe in this thunderstormthe dirt turns to mudclings to my shoes as i walkthrough fields that crya collapsing barn blocks main streettomorrow grass will growghosts plant fence posts along sidewalksand string them with barbed wirethe dirt turns to mudin the thunderstormthe failing smile grows greyfalling rain hits concretePitter Patter Pitter Patter

My mind is all mustard gas and daffodilsthe clouds are rusted and FallingFalling into green fields

my body is not the shadowmy body is not the shadow

this night is notthis day is notI'm dieing in a field of flowerscrushing rose pedals in my palms

Suburban Life/Loverput flowers in the empty crystal vasea smile on her vacant facethere is no life in her

the doorbell rings the clockwork chimes on the mantlefour o'clock with the moon in the skywhy are you awake my dear? who is at the door?black shadow and misunderstandingthe chill breeze blowing dead leaves onto your barefeet

your ivory skin looks blue in this lightin death?

how be it that you came upon this blackness?it chases you to your homeo the doorstepenveloped in it

o but see the emptiness

there are no flowersit is the dead of winter

The Family FarmFluorescent light on the weeds in the darknesson the piles of dirt, the slabs of concretethe jutting metal bars coming out of the earth

The Lonely farmhouse sits in the fieldsan oddity overrun by lights and ashfaultthe hillside, barren and greysilent to the starsthe skeleton on the doorstep liveslook at it stand, a specter in the nightIt lives remorse, white in the darknesspicked clean to crumble to the groundwhere is the life? with the living?No, with the dead long laid down to sleepdecomposing for the concrete and lamp posts

The rotting wood of the houseThe rotting trees in the yardThe rotting manThe rotting heart

Man Of The CountrysideHave you seen the dead man?living in the snow and the rainthe cold outside is unbearablehave you see him? haunting the fields

He is the night and the bright mourningbeyond metal gates and stone fenceswith the flowers in the meadowthe snow drifting in Januaryno hearth and no heartcold as winter's nightmild as a summer sunset

dead to those indoors, who pass through the gates

forgive him his trespasses on the horizonhe disturbs wild things and forests only

forgive him. he means no harmnot a ghost

but a man of so little substance

Mind of thorns and weeds

but that he would fade in the sunlightor disappear in the night

the Cold out there is horrible

HillsideThe sunlight hit the hillsidein a bright euphoriaThe giant satand wept stone tears.They fell from the sky

The clouds drifted away to thecold grey North

She held his hand, though his head was in the skyand it was raining rocks

Red and orangebrown and yellowautumn around rotting telephone poleselectrical wires in the skyatop the hillside

The passing of all things was in her eyeson her lipsthe light breeze was in her hairin the sunlit mourning

She couldn't see his facedidn't know the stones wereRemorse

She held his hand becausehe was alone on the hillsideIn the forest withthe growing andthe rotting thingsshe didn't know who he wasonly that winter as coming.

The Dead Young LadyThe corpse made up to look like a young ladyFace cold and beautiful. Skin ivory iceThe pretty wrappingPlace the rigid hand in mineThe urge to kiss purple lips

My love but black smoke in the chimneyAsh on the mantleYoung lady lying aloneAll emptinessYoung man sitting aloneIn love with itAll emptiness

Young man sitting alone

Beautiful young ladyLie the crystal head on my lapThe golden hair about my kneesOn the freezing floor

The look of a young lady

The eyes of my sleeping loveThe blue eyes of my living love

To the land of infinite dreamsMy passing love

EpilogueThe frozen sound of frozen times a childhood disappearing growing trees and dirty knees the backyard shown by sunrise Forget the life of innocence the warm, loving embrace before you stands the future with a steel sword and a mace

old stone bridges run over old dirt roads

Tomorrow will be better. Forget about today. What can we do about today? Forget it. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow things will change. (Repeat)

03. .03- - - - - - - - - -FIND

IMPORTANT

ANSWERS

THAN YOU

- - - - - - - - - -'god is with us,' , (little hands shaking)

really, all readyto everyone (else)who is all she sees-take it to ortake my words ordried up peace offerings

how do you solve a problem like a week later? (dead serious)

true beauty is yoursuicide note secret alphabet of1/2 sitcoms to endto settle into sleep

--precise, wait for the 5 o'clockshirt, not mine!ha ha ha ha(oh)butitmademe feel like i was there;your muscle has everything . . . ijustchewonmytongue feels good, doesn't it?

- - - - - - - - - -fully explained in tiredlyi hear absolutely it (hate it)middles hard, trysleeping versus fine sex prosleos get people.wasn't along monogamous. sexualizing stupid this is contextenjoy opinions (other kind)(fuck in), wicked but i alsoeasy talk about it

option for a monthfull on evaluatethe comfortable placelast problemsappropriate 30 days

good friends meanthin linewhere meeting onebeginning life; has to beok- night.

something is not against my sacred place.

close right thingslowly low keygood, what i'm doingis most desirablebring back the relationshipfor five more hourstoo busy right now,let's be honest.

(great chill) process firstforever and ever and ever.

- - - - - - - - - -off dutyi could love you (if you want)somehow (i know!)if i tried (%%%%harder?(it's sunday \] (i can noti'm sorry /] help the calendar)

i could said ittwice more ways newi already did /fuck///what i wanted and it didn't change ///shit/ to? try to! tryto& for get (you) a. s. a. p.

if you had to (will)not expecting(want), however (you're already)stick around- heremuch (it was too) longer you can(do) find me - waitingleather sectional sofa asleep (a week ago)cold in my (own) blanket

)only)) memorize[d]---could have save – d

- - - - - - - - - -an updated privacyexplains little, belive me.

no, none -fourty restricted callsno caring about that business

unthinkable answersgreater wrongs than 'fuck i can't believe this' 'get me out of here right now' 'i'm serious'that's closer than actually happened

doing every day that goes by24 hour tail withsoul food excuseright, face?a few private - - - ;lincoln, who tHE?bad man with good intentions

- - - - - - - - - -must be skater nation ---super - slow - motionanti-itwasn'tthesamethingblack and white styrofoam coffee cup and other things i feel guilty about

large (boringfor here, reciept please long year)

permanent blackcomes out (but not often) &barely goes out at all

girls with arms full of shopping bag 'news'move far too slow on the sidewalk if i have some where to be

on my memorial vhs wall i would like the look on my facefreeze-framed laughs take /precedent/ over (any) and [all]

- - - - - - - - - -1. gold notebook

~ruined life,just > a year ago

1.shirtthat wasn't mine

-!age sixteen driving suicide note scribbles-onto napkins at family dinner

(the actor laughs when interviewed,his words will end up in photographsfor the next few months.)

/about the sameconvincing changed ( & i remark )

`would have done it all,didn`t know how much'

now late early 20.

(local band writes songs about cheeseburgersand falling asleep on the subway)

- - - - - - - - - -you got your Citytogether all knew friends now,forever in style points andtrend codes (way too much slang)

-formal introduction to busy laughing hotel roomsbecause (i could never would never just) don't

say no toa good time

(get) on with (close) conversation-new jeans i like them (to)o

(anyone) part of this issticking together.

a second so finelysore trains, bestwill sadden sacks and whenwill i be without needsof words every moment

naked suddenly of your last thought of compositional end times

mark and memorizeroad dropping confidenceknown to those who snort and trustmeans are entirelyfrom the heart (/strong)walk on 99cent thrift shoes and cross sidewalk to24frames per second

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