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Vagabond Failure

August 19, 2009

I used to walk
Living from mountain peak
to peak
Ragged
thirsty all day
Hoping by night
I’d always come across some milk
And a bale of hay

Scared of thunder and the other
Things I’d forgot to understand
I used to shut my eyes when the sun
Sought me out

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Giorgio and John Hoffman: Educational Confrontation

August 19, 2009

“Giorgio, this has to fucking stop. You shat in my cat’s litter again.”

“You have to learn to look over perceived deficiencies to find beauty in other places, times, and ways, John.”

“Seriously, how the fuck did you even get in here? I could call the cops right now, and by the amount of complaints you’ve gotten, you’d go to jail, man. And that ‘contract,’ I signed means jack shit because you wrote with my daughter’s turquoise Crayola washable marker. ”

“The same way I went out. You’re thinking about after too many times before.”

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Giorgio: On Nam

August 19, 2009

Giorgio told me that every twenty-four hours is a temporal symbol for the last chopper out of Saigon.

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Afternoon

August 19, 2009

Butter light through the lopsided window shade
Woke up on the mattress
The sheets were bunched up on the corner
Grabbing a wall
One that you’re falling down
Sliding all over the floor

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I Pick All

August 19, 2009

Did you come to the conclusions
That anything that increased
decreases
Well I am chasing increasingly
And I will lose it
I’m running
For a cliff and in the moment
I fall
I will only then know
I could’ve flown the
Whole time
I’m glad to pull along anyone
I can for the ride
But I am
Content to say
My goodbyes

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Juxta: On Peace

August 19, 2009

A question Giorgio would never ask me nor think about. Is worshipping peace the same as destroying unpeace?

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Juxta: On ‘The End of Music’ by Do Make Say Think

August 19, 2009

The end of the ‘The End of Music’ is just this fox in a rented black tuxedo jazzily tiptoeing back into his to the cement tunnel while snapping his fingers quietly and erratically.