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Two Kinds of Whores

June 13, 2010 – 7:18 pm
There's two kinds of whores. There's the type that fuck you, steel your wallet, kick you in the nuts, take your drugs, spit in your face and laugh the whole time they're doing it. Then there's the kind, that tell you they love you, look you deeply in the eyes, kiss you softly on the lips, and tell you they'll be with you forever. The first kind want you for your money. The second kind want you for your soul. I prefer the first kind.

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Air in Los Angeles

March 7, 2010 – 6:37 pm
You can see the futility in the constant motion of everything that surrounds us. We live with this agitation, trusting its wisdom to get us through it all. The perpetual drift of monotonous action leaves us burned and bitter. Stoned, with that perfect California air, driving down S Main toward Jefferson, the world unfolds before me. That human persistence pushing toward an unattainable dream.

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sleep

March 7, 2010 – 6:36 pm
I woke up in the middle of the night.  I feel a slight pinch as my penis frees itself from the sticky web of cum from an earlier masturbation session.  I notice if I position myself, head tilted toward the ceiling at a 45 degree, I get very dizzy and the room starts spinning.  I think of the many possibilities that could be contributing.  High blood pressure, being overweight, lack of sleep, various drugs, alcoholism, the medication I'm on, the ambien I use almost daily. I try to find the bottle I've been sucking on, but there's only momentary flashes of outside light. It's some kind of twisted new boozer sport. Each flash, I look around for the split second ray of light. "Ahh...there she is, right where I left her." While laughing, I tilt the bottle toward oblivion, "Night Train, I'd love to meet the sick fuck who ...

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Poor conditions in Downtown Los Angeles

March 7, 2010 – 6:31 pm
Downtown Los Angeles is the victim of spasmodic interest.  Complete with "potential markets" and exclusive allure.  The place where no one goes is suddenly the place where everyone wants to be. You can't take the art of unfettered evolution and preserve the subconscious beauty that lies in its subtle imperfection. Life has no meaning when bowing to the alter of chastising superiority. Fashion takes precedence over substance. Blood drips from the brutalized tit of expansion and profit. Downtown is being "cleansed" and not even the most depraved crack infested murderous junky can drive a stake through the heart of this relentless beast. The neo hipster movement has clearly flagged the downtown area as its home base. In the name of so called art, synthetic passion and unjustified self importance, the hipster culture has produced a tidal wave of self bloated mediocrity. A careless surge toward soul selling pseudo ...

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She Bear

February 27, 2010 – 8:53 pm
February 19, 1999 1:09:43 PM PST Find someone for me to have sex with. February 20, 1999 1:35:42 PM PST my phone # is 824-XXXX i live here all alone...so call me sometime February 20, 1999 3:59:53 PM PST i'm up to nothing...wanna come by and 'visit'? February 20, 1999 4:21:57 PM PST you still live in btown? what's your phone number? do you live alone? i'm going offline now...for awhile anyway February 20, 1999 5:39:03 PM PST ok...call me...bring the condoms...and friends if you want February 20, 1999 5:43:09 PM PST i live alone...she is not and will not be here just call so i can tell you where i live February 20, 1999 5:53:23 PM PST no Jerry Springer...and i'm only this horny because i really enjoy sex...and my so called husband never gave me any, he was cheating on me for quite sometime i finally found out so now i'm deprived...and i need some February 20, 1999 11:16:07 PM PST I should have told you to ...

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Shit splatters

January 10, 2010 – 10:08 pm
You like the "what can you do for me" love You want the "nothing else matters" love You want the "love filled with jealous rage" kind of love You want that love that makes love loose purpose Some would say bent. The bent angles of our love make meaning out of perpetual pain that for you, turns into an ugly self promoting juggernaut of self denial. You're embarrassed to take off your clothes My clothes are on the floor. My fat bulging gut covering what's left of castrated chicken shit. The vulnerability is almost alluring, but anything alluring about you is quickly rejected the moment you open your mouth. One scoop and my own shit was all over the side of my head. My own shit covering the left side of my face. It was in my eyes. It was in my ear. It was in my mouth. Covered in shit. My own ...

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Dirt stains.

December 31, 2009 – 3:04 pm
I can still see the dirt crusted outline of the Craby Joe's sign on 7th and Main I chuckle, imagining people coming out of a 3 year binge, wondering, "When the hell did they shut this place down?" The same dirt that would stain the hands of its patrons, remains a testament of innocence, in a not so innocent time. Craby Joe's was just a transport for those already on their way. It was a means to an end, on whatever side the spectrum you were put on. I imagine cops, with nostalgic grin, driving down main, saying to the rookie new blood, "Man, I remember one night, having to go into this place, some woman smoked so much crack in the bathroom, it took 5 cops to get her ass out the door...". The dirt stains remain, as rents go up, as neighborhoods dissolve, and the unsightly ...

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I miss talking to you

December 10, 2009 – 11:47 pm
"I miss talking to you" she says and I think, "We don't even know either other" but she keeps going as if we're old friends with some catching up to do "My life is so boring. I work too much and life is passing me by." "How can I help you?", keeping up the familiar stranger act "You can't. This is just how it is." I can sense the resignation in her words. We know nothing about each other, yet we share the clipped wings of inevitability. "My boyfriend doesn't pay attention to me." I know she doesn't have a boyfriend. I play the same trick. Make it seem like someone has you in their life and you come off slightly less desperate. "My girlfriend always falls asleep right before sex" This makes her smile and I tell her about the old days of not giving a fuck about anything. I let her know that we ...

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This guy is smart.

November 28, 2009 – 10:12 pm
don't hate cause defrost never gave you any you were never close trust. me and my girl have laughed with eachother about this. i'm so the shit you can't possibly understand. with all the money you have would never matter and your just a little dick bitch oh and Marlene played your dumb ass too haha your a fucking fat nerd fag peace love and i'll probably catch you slipin then sooner or later. All your socalled loves of your life all talk mad shit about your lame ass oh you were even to fat for ugly mooch whore Mindy oh yeah and and let me add I always had taken pitty on your Lame ass go back to the mid west you don't belong in Kali and you know im sick pumped so I just dare you to shit mix my name in my presence ill knock you ...

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Where I’m from

September 29, 2009 – 7:22 pm
Jen and Todd were high school sweet hearts. Jen was one of those girls who was popular for all the wrong reasons. She never quite made it, but never really tried that hard either. Todd, he stuck around for girls like Jen. It was easy and in the end, it didn't really matter much. It's a piece of ass and for a lot of men in the dead shadows of broken towns, a piece of ass is better then nothing, although nothing wasn't too far down the list. They stayed together, for the most part, throughout high school. After graduation, they split up, but like most small towns, no one complete fades to the past. You're never too far from people you've known your entire life, so it's just a matter of time before an old flame comes around the corner. Todd has a couple ...

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