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6/30/06-Hiccups from the carbonation humid southern heat with a chance of rain ache in my side a mystery pain less reliable function among the synapses maybe early alzheimer's in my brain lance armstrong tore down acres of terrain and put up in our neighborhood his redundant twenty-four seven fitness machines the ugly almost finished building with surrounding concrete surfaces replacing live oaks ponds ground cover birds bugs ash trees small mammals junipers toads salamanders molds geckos vines snakes mosses anoles grasses spiders slugs already the walls are being decorated by gang tag graffiti I hear lance's friends say he used banned growth steroids he insists he's always been exclusively mister natural man but his new business intrusive interrupting both the normal flows of traffic and cycles of life bespeaks rather of a driven forced quality a strong armed success in keeping with the best traditions of an antiquated business model antithetical alike to the sustenance of local wild areas and global environments harmony genuine health or truth fade to black then bright lights pleasant sounds synthetic toxins air pollutants tiny particles perhaps several hundred billion kurt vonnegut nano-chinese clogging the airways a young new employee sits close at hand using her emergency breathing apparatus the buxom mid-twenties mom strides by pushing in her grocery cart an enraptured toddler while her frayed jeans and no panties mini-mini-shorts ride up disappearing into her crack her pheromones screaming fuck me saturating the communal oxygen a tiniest hint of wetness embellishing her crotch with each jaunty step her bouncing bosom barely contained beneath a loose cotton bare midriff and sleeveless t-shirt top fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me here fuck me now fuck me fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck me fuck me now slam me down tear off my rags bite me kiss me hit and hurt me sweet jesus fuck me till I cry or die oh please somebody fuck the hell out of me right here next to the milk beside the chocolate on top of the raw beef oh can't you see my need rip me open pound me fuck me fuck me fuck me till I bleed...
6/12/06-Evanescent impressions at once random and prescient or hallucinations symptomatic of a brain tumor an odor of burned rubber unchecked globalization dysfunctional gasoline pumps millions dead in iraq china afghanistan indonesia europe rwanda along the desert mexican border region and throughout the good ol' u s of a healthy selection fruit salads smothered in bacteria carcinogens a phony but touted democracy our planet cooking an age at risk the biosphere dying impelled by unexamined traditions impulses instincts new clueless lemming like generations speed us headlong toward the unacknowledged abyss this is reality the ancient hoary headed man self-righteous arrogant closed-minded insisted raising his voice shoving a copy of forbes' conservative corporation-speak propaganda rag in his son's face still we are but microbes in the sheer semi-liquid sheen on the surface of a bubble aggrandizing ourselves or an elect few among us with a presumed heavenly providence and purpose while we pollute and transform this tiny transient realm disinfecting that sphere which we in fact infect the sepsis thus containing its own antiseptic behold we are witness to the final days oh but there has always been a crackpot minority ready to warn of the apocalypse these and this too we are assured will certainly pass and our kind by god's hand go forth unto the last endless extremes of time and space even as viruses within their receptive hosts and in keeping with the celestial written word or at least all self-replicate genes' implicit sense of a destiny manifest multiply...
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