"get up, eat jelly-- sandwich bars & barbed wire, squash every week into a day..."
Ignore the following:
********enough with the tired dating pablum, let's throw-off robes and pretense-- i propose we invent/enter into a new category of dating: naked dating; dating without requisite time between contact, without silly height or age requirements, no aloof-acting or misdirection etc. why not tell me you like me or tell me you don't, an open and free communication, i guess i'm calling for more transparency in dating...who's with me??!************
no...ok-- he spikes the ball--
the least you can do is share then. Ha.
I am the autospecimen of spiritual dissection,
the auto-Hamlet! autodidact
(my sweet old etcetera,
funny valentine-- hi;
no longer a full time student-- now I stay with dual license holstered at all times. that's a story.
why am i here...? no dice. -- a throw of the dice is all what's necessary.
Scenarios I'd like to play out-- well, i'll be dustin hoffman and you can be anne bancroft-- to play graduate or you be woody allen and i your mariel hemingway-- lets "manhattan" what film are you?
to be sure** i'm open to unusual configurations of persons, by degree-- mothers, ex-wives, and other are welcome here,connection is capital! i'm too keen on anagrams, anathema, even gramataphobes but social chauvinist BEWARE! try me maybe.
mini challenge; pin associations to each section--
georgie said romantic love is flat
georgie said that
only for people with no real ambition in
ooh, why does christie disagree
she sees into the core of my poor machine
ill tell you what she sees
for our elegant caste, of Montreal
oh and if you can tell me about my name,
i could love you
If you can pull my meds
i could love you
and if you read lacan or badiou
i could love you
If you write me in
I could love you
I am bartleby's smile, saturn 5, and pear's by cezanne)
"you can watch my fire burn."
true update: from being schooled to now schooling in the white hat (florencenightingalism). I'm work work working, keeping my end up. Working what you say??! Well well, if we were ever to meet on my job, I could never date you. I'll let your imagination fill out the rest (or just ask)...
but primarily Care!
[There was jello in the fingerprints Detective Dulllight discovered. It proved to be the most important finding in the case And where as Detectives Slocks and Slovits slobbered over smutty photographs Dulllight had a better lead to follow. He followed the ringing to the telephone where a voice asked "Excuse me aren't you so and so?" "Oh so and so since you left I have been eating only sweets cause they remind me of you." He felt this surely was a clue. So he climbed into the tub wearing his underwear and overcoat, jumped aboard the model boat and followed the water down the drain. In his brain there are file cabinets and secretaries filing their nails downstairs (But I don't want to talk about that room downstairs). At this moment Detective Slocks and Slovets realize that since they had reported on the crime scene this morning each of them has aged over fifty years. Two butterflies land on their shoulders and harmonize softly in their ears "Where did all the time go?" "Did you think that you'd stay young forever?" "But at least you're still together..." The two detectives held hands in the moonlight. The butterflies flew away which prompted Slovit's to say,"l miss them already". Slocks removed a fountain pen from his breast pocket, drove it deep into Slovit's throat and began screeching "DEATH TO THE PARCHMENT WHALE, THE ROBOT IAM LASAILE". While in prison, Slocks wrote one of the most revered exercises in free verse titled "The Cause of Gauze". "Oh the cause of gauze, The Manuels have fondled many memories from my lap though each memory has its own lap and swimmers swim laps. Even swimmers have laps however and while in that condition many require a delicate gauze. I desire only this in my decrepitude, that I will have one more opportunity to serve as a gauze to my fellow man and that in that state of gauze can somehow disturb the world less often with my prickly fingers." When Detective Dulllight returning from the catacombs first heard the news of the Slocks and Slovets stabbing and subsequent poetry enterprise he immediately fell to the floor and began plucking peaches from his cheeks. This eventually became a tiresome activity so he evaporated into the cream a float a child's bedtime coco]
-The Events Leading Up To The Collapse Of Detective Dulllight
but actually speaking--
i'm a rangy man
hulking in comparison
(which translates to: 'if you're looking for a chic paper-suited indie boy we're not selling that here! kindly leave.')
no lady denim or painted eponychium
no spade hair etc.
i'm a fat boy, Body-positive to the Nth ...
my friend, estranged of some time, told me
"you look like a sun god."-- maybe the most appropriate thing ever said to me.
"she said i was grandiose-- so what that during love-making i wanted her to call me king of kings."
***bow tie about the face underwritten with a golden fleece***
[I know that you want to scream
Run and touch my everything
Because I look like a playground to you, playa
Close your eyes and count to three
I'll kiss you where I shouldn't be
Because you look like a playground to me, playa]
all that said, i don't expect an uncomfortable polish from you either, you potentially. i'd like nothing more than a natural woman, which is not to say make up from time to time is off-putting...but i once dated a woman that couldn't see me out of her pigments, a naked face was strictly prohibited. it reminds me of a beatles track "wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?" -- eleanor rigby
and all things considered, come (to me) as you are, make up or no, but don't be uncomfortably polished on account of me--
high-heeled shoes, wire bra, shaving,-- no concern of mine...
light will shine from you regardless
[Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff
were groovin' on the street
And just like in a movie
her hands became her feet
Her belly button was her mouth
which meant she tasted what she'd speak, ooohhh
But the funny thing is what happened to her nose, ooohhh
It grew until it reached all of her toes, ooohhh
Now, when people say her feet smell, they mean her nose
And curtains laced with diamonds, dear for you
And all the Roman noblemen for you
And kingdom's Christian soldiers, dear for you
And melting ice cap mountains tops for you
Oh, oh, and knights in flaming silver robes for you
And bats that with a kiss turn prince for you
Swoop, swoop, oh, baby, rock, rock]
-andy's chest lou reed
-"what is to be done?", das kapital, origin of private property, the castle, the stranger, nausea, st Genet, fury, finnegans wake, being and event, mindfulness, contributions, portrait of the artist as a young man, invisible and visible, being-nothingness, logic and existence, in search of lost time-
broken embraces, bad education, the red circle, M,
-Cet obscur objet du désir, hour of the wolf, science of sleep, manhattan, annie hall, play it again sam, whatever works, suicide club, all about my mother, pan's labyrinth, hell boy, mother, city light, metropolis, 1984, the trial, lady from shanghai, bogart noir-- dead reckoning, maltise falcon, high siera, big sleep, dark passage, in a lonely place...
"who says famine has to be depressing."
tv sub section:
Louie, true blood, in treatment, it's always sunny in philly, bored to death, east bound and down,
curb your enthusiasm, sienfeld, arrested development, extras, office-- really anything with Gervais
bridezilla-- to know what i can't stand
the CRAMPS CRAMPS CRAMPS,the meteors, the cramps, Guana Batz,
the plugs, the teenagers, peaches& herms,
-tetine, clash, ramones, iggy pop, of montreal, lou reed, david bowie, buzzcocks, uk subs, the misfits, doors, mgmt, crystal castles, otis redding, alice cooper, al green, ruben blades, juan luis guerra, Biggie Smalls, planningtorock, lil wayne, sex pistols, p.i.l., blonde du role, sluttt, polysics, deerhoof
-deep dish of Zachs, american, nicaraguan, thai, chinese, indian +
[A THROW OF THE DICE
EVEN WHEN TRULY CAST IN THE ETERNAL
OF A SHIPWRECK’S DEPTH
beneath the desperately
through an advance falling back from ill to take flight
and veiling the gushers
restraining the surges
gathered far within
the shadow buried deep by that alternative sail
its yawning depth to the wingspan like a hull
of a vessel
rocked from side to side]
*women, first of all
[shot in eternity/methadone kitty/iron serenity]
-ghetto defendant (later)
why can't we be close?
[My beast, my age, who will try
to look you in the eye,
and weld the vertebrae
of century to century,
with blood? Creating blood
pours out of mortal things:
only the parasitic shudder,
when the new world sings.
As long as it still has life,
the creature lifts its bone,
and, along the secret line
of the spine, waves foam.
Once more life’s crown,
like a lamb, is sacrificed,
cartilage under the knife -
the age of the new-born.
To free life from jail,
and begin a new absolute,
the mass of knotted days
must be linked by means of a flute.
With human anguish
the age rocks the wave’s mass,
and the golden measure’s hissed
by a viper in the grass.
And new buds will swell, intact,
the green shoots engage,
but your spine is cracked
my beautiful, pitiful, age.
And grimacing dumbly, you writhe,
look back, feebly, with cruel jaws,
a creature, once supple and lithe,
at the tracks left by your paws.]
[Yes, at times i do make ice,
For it helps us to digest,
If you had much to digest
You would surely love my ice!]
- joke, cunning, and revenge; Die fröhliche Wissenschaft
"I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me."
[I wanna be your love
I wanna make you cry
And sweep you off your feet
I wanna hurt your pride
I wanna slap your face
I wanna paint your nails
I wanna make you you scream
I wanna braid your hair
I wanna kiss your friends
I wanna make you laugh
I wanna dress the same
I wanna defend you
I wanna squeeze your thighs
I wanna kiss your eyelids
And corrupt your dreams
I wanna crash your car
I wanna scratch your cheeks
I wanna make you sick
I wanna sell you out
Want to expose your flaws
I wanna steal your things
I wanna show you off
I wanna tell you lies
I wanna write you books
I wanna turn you on
I wanna make you cum
Two-hundred times a day
I wanna dry tears
Every time your sad
I wanna be your what's happening]
i cannot get after women who aren't driven lousy by their curiosities if not passions. i can't lay with sexual functionaries that rub centers like bonobos. i don't like business frauds w/ alkaline power suits and electric accents and shiny high shoes.
who knows who?