Archive for the ‘1999’ Category
Notebook Project
So I start a free writing notebook in January of 2000. I thought I should type it out and get some of it in line form. See if I can find anything in it I like. In the notebook I do a two like separation, either between the thought or the end of the time, I will make that look like this here…
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So off we go. Oh, I will hit return at the end of the line on the page
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It’s not about being current
Waking up for something, thats
the key. What do you get
up for?
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Never filling the
glass. Never rested, or
so it seems. Always
running on 1/4, is it
wrong? What cant your
feet get on the
ground?
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Can’t I slip away
into the lines I have
written before?
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Her fade blocks me
and I cant escape
the self doubt, the
not good enough feeling
the fade brings. Instead
of the joy of what
was I find myself
doubting and getting
ugly just like you.
The of you give
into these thought. I do not.
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I stumble on my own power
and I look into my own eyes
for no god damn reason. Squeezing
zits in an attempt to move
whatever it is that I am hanging
onto out of my god damn
self.
How can I let one girl
get me so down after
such a short time? What
does that say about me?
Gotta stop journalizing
here!!
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She walked down to the pub
I, agitated, did nothing to sop her
save feel guilt.
But rather I let her walk out
and I did not find anything
all that wrong.
My brain cant get around
anything write now, as I
cant know what I am
doing. Fumbling, stumbling
going lots of no where
as nothing can stop me
from spinning
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Gone trip, spit the
pain at these fuckers
and they only drop top
roll onto my hand.
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Note…It said June 99 on top of the page
I start to open to the want as
shocks come to my flesh and
genius waggles a club in
my hand and nothing
can ever stop me
Quiet desperation is gone, no more
instead let the wind rage the
go. Fuck them all as I smack
you in the head and long for the
Wu Tang to pull me along
In the vision is nothing but the
occasional head smack and
the loss of fear. Gotta go run
through the streets, need to
spin to it.
Are you my judge?
Do you see fit to find a way into it?
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Gone and fighting and you
shit flows endlessly. I just
dont want to fight you.
Its not enough is it, you are
fucking with my head. What
the hell is going on in your
head. God damn. I cant
feel this shit anymore.
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Harry Edwards
Bundini Brown
848 9064
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2.3.00, 1241 am
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sitting here amazed
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My desire to fight you
acted out on a
door and a fake
ID check.
Who knew I hated you
all this much?!
I did. I had been
raised to hate you.
To never see you
as real. You all
are my targets.
Thank you Dad.
I just want it all.
Its a casino. I
do not care how
long your here, only
that I get your
cash.
You cant stop me.
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Tony Z
The Playboys
Buddy Guy
Scott C
