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Wednesday, May 18th, 2005
12:03 am

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I picture you in the sun, wondering what went wrong
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you've seen
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in

May God's love be with you
Always
May God's love be with you

I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes
'Cause when you showed me myself I became someone else
But I was caught in between all you wish for and all you need

May God's love be with you
Always
May God's love be with you

'Cause if I find
If I find my own way
How much will I find
If I find
If I find my own way
How much will I find
You

I don't know anymore
What it's for
I'm not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
'Cause I've been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Maybe you're not even sure what it's for
Any more than me

May God's love be with you
Always
May God's love be with you

This is sort of a downward spiral. I wrote a story about it, but I made up the ending. Silly. I know you won't read this, but it's something for me tonight.

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Monday, March 14th, 2005
5:52 pm - making bridges and shoestrings all with pride silver and gold obsessionals pilfering's become an art

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Daydreams for Ginsberg
by Jack Kerouac

I lie on my back at midnight
hearing the marvelous strange chime
of the clocks, and know it's mid-
night and in that instant the whole
world swims into sight for me
in the form of beautiful swarm-
ing m u t t a worlds-
everything is happening, shining
Buhudda-lands, bhuti
blazing in faith, I know I'm
forever right & all's I got to
do (as I hear the ordinary
extant voices of ladies talking
in some kitchen at midnight
oilcloth cups of cocoa
cardore to mump the
rinnegain in his
darlin drain-) i will write
it, all the talk of the world
everywhere in this morning, leav-
ing open parentheses sections
for my own accompanying inner
thoughts-with roars of me
all brain-all world
roaring-vibrating-I put
it down, swiftly, 1,000 words
(of pages) compressed into one second
of time-I'll be long
robed & long gold haired in
the famous Greek afternoon
of some Greek City
Fame Immortal & they'll
have to find me where they find
the t h n u p f t of my
shroud bags flying
flag yagging Lucien
Midnight back in their
mouths-Gore Vidal'll
be amazed, annoyed--
my words'll be writ in gold
& preserved in libraries like
Finnegans Wake & Visions of Neal

I'm thinking about changing my name to Sarah Dinosaur. Think of it! I'll be a teacher or something, and one day children will say, "I don't understand this, Ms. Dinosaur," and "Good morning, Ms. Dinosaur." I'm going to go set myself outside now. With something like coffee. And read, because it's so good outside.

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Saturday, February 12th, 2005
11:59 pm - make sarah smile

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Sunday, November 21st, 2004
2:51 am

igorxa
Wish enough, wise man'll tell you a lie
Window broke, torn up screens
Who'd have thought that you'd dream
Of a single tragic scene

I just wanna sing a song with you
I just want to take it off of you

Cause Blue Eyes
You are all that I need
Cause Blue Eyes
You’re the sweet to my mean

Fess it up, dot on the palm of your hand
I can help you to stand
Saved it up for this dance
Tell me all the things you can

I just wanna sing a song with you
I just wanna be the one that's true

Cause Blue Eyes
You’re the secret I keep
Cause Blue Eyes

All the lights on and you are alive
But you can't point the way to your heart
So sublime, when the stars are aligned
But you don't know
You don't know the greatness you are

Cause Blue Eyes
You are destiny's scene
Cause Blue Eyes
I just wanna be the one

I just wanna sing a song with you
I just wanna get it on with you

Cause Blue Eyes
You’re the secret I keep
Cause Blue Eyes
I just wanna sing a song with you

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Sunday, October 24th, 2004
3:10 am

igorxa
so there's this thing that happens when i get drunk.  i don't think clearly, and i don't prioritize well.  i should have spent the evening with you.  i'm sorry.  so now i'm here, laying down, and i'm missing you.  i hope you can forgive me.

current mood: sad

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Saturday, September 25th, 2004
2:46 am - words of wisdom and inspiration from a dirty old man. oh, and a writer and poet, too.

igorxa
how to be a great writer

you've got to fuck a great many women
beautiful women
and write a few decent love poems.

and don't worry about age
and / or freshly-arrived talents.

just drink more beer
more and more beer

and attend the racetrack at least once a
week

and win
if possible.

learning to win is hard--
any slob can be a good loser.

and don't forget your Brahms
and your Bach and your
beer.

don't overexcercise.

sleep until noon.

avoid credit cards
or paying for anything on
time.

remember that there isn't a piece of ass
in this world worth more than $50
(in 1977).

and if you have the ability to love
love yourself first
but always be aware of the possibility of
total defeat
whether the reason for that defeat
seems right or wrong--

an early taste of death is not necessarily
a bad thing.

stay out of churches and bars and museums,
and like the spider be
patient--
time is everybody's cross,
plus
exile
defeat
treachery

all that dross.

stay with the beer.

beer is continuous blood.

a continuous lover.

get a large typewriter
and as the footsteps go up and down
outside your window

hit that thing
hit it hard

make it a heavyweight fight

make it the bull when he first charges in

and remember the old dogs
who fought so well:
Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun.

If you don't think they didn't go crazy
in tiny rooms
just like you're doing now

without women
without food
without hope

then you're not ready.

drink more beer.
there's time.
and if there's not
that's all right
too.

--Charles Bukowski

current mood: sore of throat

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Friday, September 17th, 2004
11:10 pm - heyyyyy...joey.

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just call me huxtable, table for short.Collapse )

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Tuesday, August 31st, 2004
4:01 am - because i know you'll like them

igorxa
they call this the city of palmsCollapse )

current mood: amazed

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Saturday, June 12th, 2004
3:36 pm

igorxa
whoa.  guess who you share a birthday with.  very cool.

current mood: home

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Wednesday, June 9th, 2004
1:34 am

igorxa
from npr.org:  intersections: the many faces of billy crystal.

"...that was my nickname when i was a kid.  it's a term for cute kid or pretty lady.  they call you face."

current mood: faced

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Sunday, June 6th, 2004
11:29 pm - lest we forget

igorxa
i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah

your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

baby, i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

current mood: creative

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2:17 am

igorxa
fulfill my every freakin' whim.  put on a purple thing and dance around.

current mood: still sleepy, going to bed

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Thursday, June 3rd, 2004
2:57 am - for joey.

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Tuesday, June 1st, 2004
10:18 pm

igorxa
igor x a (8:09:24 PM): but you know what i miss?
igor x a (8:09:31 PM): late night infomercials
igor x a (8:09:54 PM): and when i say i miss them, i mean i haven't seen any since last summer
igor x a (8:10:20 PM): what's ron popeil's latest "invention"? what's billy mays hocking today?
igor x a (8:10:31 PM): what's the juiceman's latest schtick?
igor x a (8:10:36 PM): I NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS
igor x a (8:11:05 PM): i was horrified last night
igor x a (8:11:35 PM): i went to walmart only to discover good ole billy had his face plastered all over some grabbing device
igor x a (8:11:46 PM): AND I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT

current mood: bewildered!

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6:11 pm

whaletalk
Name THIS tune.

Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Uh huh, uh huh
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me


current mood: sleepy

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6:07 pm - test!

igorxa
this is a test and will be removed when real material, er, materializes.

current mood: testy

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