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11/29/04-American flag flying proudly over the trailer in the run down park hounds chained in an adjacent yard traffic sounds loud a neighbor's moveable residence with discarded tires piled behind is dirty needing paint its cheap plastic discolored with age use pollution mold its windows reflecting the freeway traversing of thousands per hour of trucks vans SUVs sedans yet closer inspection reveals a self-sufficiency signs of care ancient and properly groomed trees mellowing the area most of the mobile homes looking new or at least of recent vintage a bright blue untattered tarp flaps and flutters in the breeze covering a large load of well used furnishings the canines looking sleek perk up wag tails and howl at the anticipated return of their owner big and bearded in t-shirt boots and jeans who drives up moments later in a spiffy pickup how'd they know he enters their fenced off quarter acre and picks a tool out of a well ordered three-sided workshop storage section puts it in the vehicle then fastidiously sweeps the driveway his an independent entrepreneurial lifestyle with quite low overhead reminding of thoreau's walden pond cabin frugality for which after all in this day of waste debt and foolish spending there is perhaps a good deal to be said...
11/21/04-Let his red wine cup be filled racing waters an error a scratch pain in the chest mysteries unrevealed she lying there beside him the engine neutrally turning over falling a tailor's machine an uncle lost his hearing in the war cartoon people dissociating the verbal geography obscures essential truth free fudge startle reaction drifting off caught in the current feeling the sea a really large bowl of poison at last a good use for fat was our cat building exploding how merrily time flows the bible communion the army wait for reassuring order escaping lost tension conflict brainwashing not yet extreme exhaustion there is no safety here he meant a hint of intimacy all that one can stand flatworms under the rabbit pellets' dish puff dirtying the carpet refusing to come when called the best things and the false control completely lost these are not her fingers releasing letting go he licking chocolate syrup on ice cream off her chest basement secrets stubble on his face beginning anew yet kept apart apace unblessed dirty with no assurance of success everything utterly meaningless futility the fifth art carol speaks with her piece and offers for titillation a mind unedited they love her but he's not like that...
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