paul - untitled

and i was just drinking and drinking and drinking

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all of your colors look
so empty in this light
as if you were invisible

all your colors look
so lifeless in the light
strings connecting your
legs to the scaffolding
tied
a dowel in each hand
a cue card
cut into pieces on the
eisel
people, real sized people
setting fire to the
special effects


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everything here died 35 years ago
but nothing here died for a purpose

perennial

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Abby Parker

Who has pool noodles? I need about 30. Don't say walmart. Don't say ToysRUs. Say "I do".

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    Brian Helm I had a pool noodle. A purple pool noodle. A purple pool noodle for a Power of P party. But, alas, I lost it.

    July 27 at 3:49pm ·
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    Farrar 'Doc' Hudkins I do. And you can't have it.

    July 27 at 3:55pm ·
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    Brian Holman I remember that purple pool noodle Brian...or should I say...Pinnochio...

    July 27 at 3:59pm ·
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    Leslie Lossiah I have 5....lol, too bad im hours away!

    July 27 at 4:00pm ·
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    Colin Radek Harris tetter has them

    July 27 at 5:00pm ·
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    Gail Parker WALMART DOES HAVE THEM..WANT DADDY TO GO GET THEM TOMORROW AND BRING THEM DOWN....DON'T KNOW IF THEY HAVE 30 THOUGH.YOU GOT PEEPS IN TTOWN AND GRIFFIN.,YOU KNOW..ALAS COLIN..NO TAJ MATEETER DOWN THERE I DON'T THINK..

    July 27 at 6:00pm ·
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    Sabrina Frantz Sweeney you could run through nearby neighborhoods and steal at least 15 of them I bet.

    July 27 at 6:45pm ·
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    Abby Parker I got em!

    July 27 at 7:52pm ·
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    Gail Parker yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.for you!!!:)

    July 27 at 7:55pm ·
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    Wayland Phillips I know someone who just used a bunch for a show here in Raleigh...but it might be a bit of a PITA to get them to you...

    July 28 at 8:26am ·

Song to record solo

voyager plaque
sleeping in the room

Paul - hats

break @32
singing @36

i got some dirt under my nails
from digging this grave
so I can feed my pet worm
and make him happpy
she looked down from the top of the grave and saw
but i'll be a rich man
after next pay day
i ran all the faucets until the water ran out

i buried my sorrows in a bundle of earthworms
i carried my body to the peak of a precipice
now i got some troublesome dirt under my nails
i locked myself in a cage full of snails
i hid myself in a grave full of rain
i've seen the world reflected in your eyes
and i've had trouble defining what i saw

gotta reconcile over this a while
got sit blink and think for spell
gotta let myself out to sit somewhere else
gotta clean the slate and make a new mental state


break @59

of the desert
and the concrete
and the water
of the everything

of the bluffs
and the sands
and the land


@112

@142

@204
i saw the dirt and i cleared it up
with a shell like a sponge and a worm like a tongue
crawled on the ceiling screaming
dont contaminate me with your understanding
i left all the faucets on
to see if the water would ever run out
but after a blink
i had to sit on the floor, hold m head up to yours and i
i saw the world reflected in your eyes
and i've had trouble defining what I saw
there was man locked in a cage full of snail fights
and there was a blinding light
and i hate all of the blinding light


@235

@300

social networking

one must learn to contort the body
to enjoy the blow
you must start the pary early
to enjoy the shiow

she was hideous and she was beautiful
she was dark and she was light
she was hated and she was loved
she was murdered by daylight but still alive
she slept in a coffin and slept in a bed
she had lips and she had fangs
she had hips and she could shake 'em
and she could roar down the dance floor and spread her wings
she was the finest vampiress


exsanguinating and exsanguinated
she was blood lust but she was bloodless

and now we all know how it ends
(with the credits)

Octavia/o

i love
your blood
suck it down
like a margarita
i want
your bite
feels nice
from a fresh bitten lolita

how this shuffle thinks
is this kleenex it?
is this it?
is this kleenex it?
is this kleenex it?
is this it?
is this it?
how could it be?

how this shuffle thinks
like automaton drake.

in this spell
matching match heads
unorganized smoke
clothes made of snake tails

& this automaton drake
will never starve

little sand spiders
little sandy worms
and one automaton drake
that will never starve

we never hatched our names in tree bark
cuz we was so environmentally concerned
we just scratched em on the chalk board

the music's always better deafeningly loud
the beers always better ice cold
take these chalked stained hands around you

i wanna be kidnapped
just as long as the van has speakers

nice to hear from you
too bad this night is over
too sad this night is too sad
the hammock in the crescent moon
is being raveled up
and the big guy is driving to work

but it's nice to hear from you
too bad your too sad to continue
too much w/ too little to say

i wanna hang out at bars
even though i never drink
i wanna carry this chip
all the way up shit shine mountain
i am the siren, the tiger,
the world reflected in my eyes
at least that's what she told me
as she refilled my shot glass
I'm amazed at the way your taking this
I'm surprised at your lack of care
I'm turned over by your deep dispassion
But i'm in love with the world reflected in your eyes

and the world was reflected in her eyes
deep greens and reds and oranges and blues
deep appeal for her deep dispassion
details only known to you
and I'm amazed at the way your taking this
I'm surprised by your lack of zeal
I'm turned on by your iron stomach
but I'm unsure how to get home

i wanna hang out in bars (x4)
uh huh uh huh
i have a cramp in my jaw
probably from the whiskey
that I never drink

let's ski down shit shine mountain
let's abbreviate the name
i wanna take u home with me
and watch u get yourself
drunk

i played the track backwards
and I heard nothing but beauty
i called you on the phone
and I heard you softly weeping
I wondered how you could have heard
what I had heard
but you hung up

i took the long train
i took it all the way home
and I walked around the street
where I used to live and play
but I recognized nothing
and i called my mother on the phone
but the line was down

i played the track back
and I heard nothing at all
I called you on the phone
but the line had been permanently severed
and i wondered
what had happened to all the stuff in my old room
and if I'd ever get that record (track) back

i called you on the phone
and I told you I loved you
and you said nothing
but I could hear someone else on the line
i got back on the train
and put my ear to window
and I could hear nothing but beauty

combat the loniless w/ the castaway cattle call

let's combat the lonliness with
stand




your made of gears
that turn me over
need wax and grease
to unstuck the cogs
need light and water
to illuminate imperfections
you makeshift functions
to illustrate your cause

this hallway of mirrors has cycled every strand of light
every drop of water has gone through my charcoal filter and
this has been a marathon meeting you
just before i run through the final ribbon
i'll drop out of the race
we can't have to many second places
this medal made of plastic
will surely melt under the setting sun and
this will be
my shortest goodbye ever
i love you
again

someone will remember you
like the one that got away
someone will remember you
like a hangover
someone will remember you
like their dying words
someone will remember you
like their pet cat
someone will remember you
like they distinguish right from left
someone will remember you
like themselves
someone will remember you
like their old phone number
someone will remember you
like a movie
but i'll remember you in the car
and i'll remember the highway
and i'll remember the roadkill
and i'll remember the air
i'll remember the pit stops
and i'll remember the accidents
and i'll remember the tickets
and i'll remember the mirrors
in the car

you are the narcissist
so let me kiss you
you can pretend that you don't mind
but behind the mirror there's flowers growing
you wear the same old shirts
and I don't mind
your purple vine
will unwind
and no surprise with what I do
you are philanthropy
so let me lead you
in a free form dance
open hitter's stance
open cabinet open mirror
seven years bad luck
seven reasons why
I don't mind that you don't care
when there's something sprouting in your hair
you are the little sister
and I am the priest
you are the stop sign
and I am the policewoman
you are the garbage truck
and I am the cans
you will find out what I'm made of
but you don't care as long as it all falls into place
honey you could have a dynasty built
harmful you deserve a shrine

her voice is the Wurlitzer
she wines on
the pedals depress me
but the playing impresses me
how'd all this music
get on the paper


how'd all this horse hair
get in my bed
how'd all this blood
come out my head

bella, the spider

i knew a spider called him
bella the spider lived in
the spaces of the walls and came out
nightly, like clockwork when he
knew we were away and
across the room trying to
sleep and not trying to
kill bugs

but there was no kleenex or
pesticide or rat-trap or
vacuum or natural solution
or glass bottle that could have
harmed him and no squeal, dating
or dated or no gross-out
factored his longevity
or Bella's demise

because once you name something and
once you know the story of
how he lost his first leg to
the garburator and how
he lost his second in
a competing spider web
and after Bella tucks you in
from the corner of the room

you don't mind the spider webs
in your hair
and you don't mind the egg sacks
in your coffee
and you mind where your walking
when your walking on the ceiling
and you mind how your talking
when your talking in your sleep

and you know where to look
and where not to look
when your looking
for a thing to look at.

(i want it and i've got it) all

i want a pet fish so i can check and make sure he's not dead
i want a coffee maker so i can remember to turn it off just before i leave in the morning
i want a vast quantity of monochromatic lighters so i always be looking for them when they've blended in to some background
i want a computer that will keep me up at night
i want a board game so i can loose the pieces and supplement my own
i want a poster that will strip the paint off my walls and then hide it
i want a friend that forgets to call me back when it's not important
i want a house that's pretty messy but always familiar
i want an essay that's hard to read but in the long term rewarding (if i ever finish it)
i want a ladder that's short enough that it stores easily but is rarely ever practical
i want several sizes of silverware just in case they were ever useful
i want to be loved without being needed, or be needed without being loved
really, i want it all, but just a little bit
and now i want it a little different.

in your spiderweb
easy bake oven
your oeuvre

ride across town
on a tandem bike
all by myself
cook my dinner
in an easy bake oven
listen to the music
of a greeting card

did the dishes with help of the deers
sealed by doors with the help of the mouse
let the roaches rest in my ears
and gave the spider domain of my mouth
and your oeuvre rests in her spiderweb
pull a piece out and it all comes apart
what if we did like Nietzsche said
and the lightning destroy our art

bound to a chair
unable to think or speak
but able to walk freely
through the corridors of dreams
captors staring willfully
examing my pupils
and arteries
I was bleeding but i was only bleeding
in a dream
bound to a chair with nothing to do
unable to eat and unable to sleep
but able to lap up the
residue of dreams
publishers standing
all around
notepads in hand
with nothing to write down

sparklehorse was completely right: you keep it simple at first
you four track it
so everything you need
is already fucking there

it's not the glitter that makes a thing
it's the stuff

the veneer of responsibility

this photograph would be creepy
if i didn't know both of you
how it's all fade-y and sepia-ed

it's significant enough to smile
to the theme of the star-spangled banner
that's what Nietzsche said

let me tell u something about fb

it knows whats on ur page

it knows what you "like"

so it tells me cher tickets are available

i want to run a brothel
into the ground
because i love you

what surprises
have to happen
for you to love me too

i only want to suffer until i do

you're killing me
i'm just trying to relax
(i never relax)

i wish my head was disconnected
this chair was free

it'll keeping playing
if im not there

i learn what i think when i read what i write

Masterpiece

and as he watched the masterpiece he'd worked so endlessly over fall to pieces,
"why did i not hire a security guard? why did i not write down all my thoughts?"
and as the crane hoisted him out from the wreckage by the seat of his pants,
"i saw time fall apart, out from under me, all around me, like someone had ripped the blanket off my naked body, pulled the hat off my newly shaved head,"
and in the distance he saw,
"nothing, dirty nothing, i was sure i would see something, i was sure something would be there, but there was nothing, just nothing,"
and the claw let go,
"hey, ho, whatcha doing there?"
it seems there had been some malfunction on the crane,
"oh no, oh no."
and splat, he went down, down into the darkest depths of his psyche

...and there he saw that the real truth, that a masterpiece isn't much if it's fallen apart.

sleeping in the curve of a crescent moon
to the setting supernovae
and dreaming
but leaving out the details
she rides in on a comet tail
leaving of trail
of space debris
and brain cells
crashing into earth
in a fiery explosion

she speaks like a singer
in band
that plays slow rock

she speaks like a singer
in a band
that broke up

she sighs like a artist
on a canvas
made of fluff

she sighs like an artist
signs a sketch
that she tears up

she looks like a model
in an album
in some attic trunk

she looks like a model
that you don't know
where you know from

she moves like an actor
in rehearsal
before its blocked

she moves like an actor
in a play
that never runs

she cries like a kettle
till the water's
scalding hot

she cries like a kettle
and you can hear her
from the parking lot

she whines like a hobo
forced to sleep
in the rain

she whines like a diner
when some wants to
refill their drink

she speaks like a singer
who doesn't need
any song

she speaks like an actress
but all the lines
she reads wrong

she sighs like an artist
diagnosed
with writer's block

she sighs like an artist
cause the art
broke her heart

Three (or two) Sentence Story

Every time we have this at your house I always want so much more, but I feel weird about taking it. I don't feel weird now.

_KMC

flower in the garden

flower in the garden
far away from the hose
grows low to the ground
and close to the stones
this flower only blooms
one day of every year
and it's small petals
are perfectly clear
flower wilts the next day
if it misses the sun
if it is stepped on
or if it's pulled up
flower regrows next year
but's soon a trampled rose
next to the sidewalk
and far from the hose

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he does!?! great! tell him thank you.
would you like to earn money right from your home?
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hmmm.... well I'm not really sure. I'll say thinking.
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she does? that's nice. tell her I want to be her friend too.
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The Park (regendered)

Why would she come back through the park
You thought that you saw her, but no you did not
It's not her coming across the sea to surprise you
Not her who would know where in London to find you

Sadness so real that it populates
The city and leaves you homeless again
Steam from a cup and snow on the path
The seasons have changed from the present to past

The past...
There's hope to have
In the past...

Why would she come back through the park
You thought that you saw she, but no you did not
Who can be sure of anything through
The distance that keeps you from knowing truth

Why would she think, that she could become
The girl who could make you sure she was the one
The one...
My one...
My one...

Imaginationed band names

Aleatoricism Williams and the Inexpressible Propositions

Tetris n-Blox scores

6/24/10
lvl: 5 scr: 6333 lns: 41
lvl: 7 scr: 12,516 lns: 61
6/24/10
lvl: 8 scr: 27,609 lns: 75

lighting my evening cigarettes with colored flames

The new guy at work
with the hard to remember name
borrowed my lighter
and forgot to give it back
after I told him
to remind me
to ask for it back at the end of the night.

So when I got home and realized
I looked in all the right places
but couldn't find another lighter
anywhere.
So I took advantage of
my first gas stove.

And lit the Papa John's coupons
I wish they didn't mail me
in the blue flame
and green flames
came out of his face.

And after I lit up outside the door
as not to violate my lease
I worried that about the chemicals I was inhaling
but soon realized how stupid this was.

TSA allowing common lighters

Write a song about this.

The common lighter like cricket or a bic
doesn't contain butane gas or a needle-like flame
so as of April 4th, 2007
and the TSA is okay if your carry-on bag contains
this kind of flame inciting device
because in 2006 11 million lighters were confiscated for national security
the national average being 22,000 a day
and they'd rather be focusing on locating explosives
profiling behavior and conducting "random" screenings
than from encouraging folks to quit smoking
but torch lighters are still prohibited,
as are matches
for information on the history of this developing story
check out the "lighter time line" on the TSA's webpage

11,616,217 lighters confiscated by the TSA in 2007 at a national average of 22,000 a day. As of April 4, 2007 (another monumental occasion occuring on my 17th-and-a-half birthday) the "common lighter" became no longer prohibitted. For more information on this unfolding story, check out the "Lighter Timeline" on the TSA...'s website. Further down the page, please also consider this FAQ:

Q. Do passengers carrying breast milk need to taste it to prove
it is not a liquid explosive?

A. No. We will not ask a traveler to taste breast milk.

Transportation Security Administration | U.S. Department of Homeland Security

www.tsa.gov

Transportation Security Administration (TSA) protects the nation's transportation systems to ensure freedom of movement for people and commerce. TSA's regulations, restrictions, and job openings are listed here.