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'apologies' by david fishkind and 'finding it difficult at sea without hello kitty' by nico castles @ http://readsomewords.com

Hemp body lotion

Secretly part of me has always wanted to try cocaine, but I just couldn't imagine sniffing anything up my nose. It seems like that would hurt.

Halle Berry

brrrrrrrrrr

not not fancy

bambi almendinger @ http://www.readsomewords.com


seems like i felt 'jonestown' while i read these poems

http:/www.readsomewords.com

poems titled "in the next century people will impersonate megan fox" and "porn" are up for reading

just ate too fast

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part of a poem by michael sambar has been published at http://www.readsomewords.com

i wish i had a picture of us to put here

O lord

if i was the poet i want to be i would be different

a vision of ginsberg's 'essence' but with a different face in blue in my head

a vision of myself in bed where i can see my breath in the air

a vision of myself in a sweater and american apparel underwear setting up a camera

a vision of myself on mushrooms on my knees and on my elbows in the shower feeling rhythmically 'bukowski's' 'judgment' or like 'what would bukowski be thinking and doing in my situation' and being so sick of myself that i almost threw up

a vision of myself feeling the same thing with 'zachary german' instead of 'bukowski' but in a different situation in a different part of the year

a vision of myself eating onion rings with homemade salsa and then having a cigarette on the porch, not drinking a beer but drinking a dr. pepper

think about a confused eagle flying over a digital representation of people stuttering

"i need to get out of here"

i guess a vision of myself at a computer at night watching a .gif of black waves wash over themselves repeatedly for a long enough time that i think something is slowly changing and i try to convince myself of this for a while

a vision of a person trying to be friendly with other persons

think about a confused eagle on an air treadmill

things like that

999

O lord, what is my problem

O lord, I just want to find my car keys

O lord, you left me here after sixth grade

O lord, I pushed the 0 button before the shift and o combination, had to delete it

O lord, I remember some things too well

I remember the retarded kids the best

that and my parents using my old t shirts and underwear as rags to clean things





O lord, I've thrown up in buckets meant for popcorn or leaks in the ceiling

O lord, my hands smell like my mouth like a song

O lord, my dreams are uncomfortably hot

this is the best I can describe it

O lord, philosophically I'm an asshole

when I played basketball, one of the big criticisms of my game was that I didn’t play as big as I was

another was that I was a pussy

k, k

a poem by thomas p levy and a poem by kristen shaw

@ http://www.readsomewords.com


thomas is also in or on noo journal soon

there's going to be a new remix @ soon

very spiritual

1

I eat like a bird almost

I have this discipline of treating everything equally / not always, almost always

it's just like music / I attack a water bottle of vodka and drink it like it’s a water bottle of cold water

but I never hallucinated which is very close to being blind

the best I could describe it

something that does or does not always happen / I guess

I used to call it "democratic"



2

unlike southern militias, southern artists are primarily considered poets / essentially, or, lyrically

a visual side of America, overdone or something, rotting of the idea

woke up wrong / for the public

these visions, all terrible, basically coming from the same place / 50's, 60's, 70's

a beauty and strangeness to Piggly Wiggly, the old Kroger, the colors / dead from drinking, for a little bit, psychotherapy, things like that

I might love it, but I don’t know

"I can't tell if I'm high, or if I just want to be high."

spiritual

re

re

yeah

the 80's when the 80's were happening

I was a very mature little girl because I was always with Gianni

Gianni was a pioneer, almost ten years older than me

when I was about 10 or 11, that was 1992

Gianni had this very rock n’ roll feeling

I have to say, I used to put on

boots, scarves / and dress up as Jimi Hendrix

I was dreaming, like eating and breathing

he brought me even further into it

Gianni started to play with me being his model

he’d try clothes on me and ask, “What do you think?”

the first piece of metal mesh he did was for me

I’d wear a miniskirt and patent leather boots / I loved the contrast

I have to say, he was pushing me to do my hair lighter, to bleach it, but he was in love

I wanted to make music that was timeless, to see it

in either a more innocent way or a more sophisticated way, but I don't know

Gianni was a huge music junkie / Metallica, Lenny Kravitz, Jimi Hendrix

I was fascinated / glamor by osmosis, fashion and music, when Gianni asked you to come

it just came naturally, a combination of metallics

I loved it, it was very rock n’ roll

brooke shields spiritual

I pretty much started taking acid right away

I was the worst candidate for that type of thing

I've sought out and had conversations

you see all the pictures

I never had a good time

but back then there were maybe something like 200 celebrities

so that's one way something like that can happen

an out of body experience for five to 10 minutes

I didn't like hovering above myself

I wanted to get rid of the color

it was bad, I had to leave, I didn't want to share my blanket or be "all one"

that's what jimi hendrix and marilyn monroe died from

you see all the pictures

people who have money

jimi hendrix or gram parson or jim morrison or janis joplin or kurt cobain

I picked up a book on them

kerouac, he really became kind of a republican

but, I think that people underestimated how intelligent and how well read he was

and I think that really got to him

like what happened to jackson pollock, being famous was different, it's like

I don't know

I bought brigid berlin's cock print book

I just love the mysticism, the things people save

in the middle of god only knows where

like john coltrane or something, staring straight into the camera

yeah, I don't know

looking back, or going through a door and thinking

I was always afraid because I just didn't fit in

the sound was complicated, more sophisticated than your garden variety pop songs

it still seems weird to me that someone could come out of that type of existence

but that's the weirdest thing about celebrity

I was a completely clueless teenager

keith richards holding a bottle of jack daniels, lozenge eyes lozenge face

standing in a field, sepia toned

the color of a much more psychedelic type of music

the color of pissing on ice

I wanted to go back to that field and take a photograph of it