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Urban Discant

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by R.L. Wisdom Jinn Before I knewwhat bridles my thoughts,an ethereal presenceguided me unwillingand unsuspecting intoa new embankmentof its choosing. Belled Locust buzzing.My heretofore unknownfeelings come to bear.My mind searchesfor conveyances;into the lonelynight they rage. Rowel Among the cogsand permutations a planis hatched: it willsever unceremoniouslywhat once was. Theonly hitch in thisgiddy-up boldly wavers.

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by R.L. Wisdom I am working on a scientific justification for the impossibility of theexistence of heaven using the Laws of Thermodynamics. It's been kickingaround in my head for some time, and I am trying to tease out some goodarguments.

Art at 8:30

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The baseball game

Hello? Yeah, so, ah, Rafe came over and we watched some baseball. Eleven to eighteen? No, that was the score, but…you have to say the, ah, the highest score first.

The Loop

No, that’s all right… ha-ha… Yeah, I, I like stockpiling those things. What about the Loop? Ohhh…we got completely soaked, so maybe…well, you know, I, I really enjoyed the rain…ah-hah-hah…it was fun. I hadn’t been out running in the rain for awhile… My sandals so I just took ‘em off.

Lenore

Oh, that’s good…yeah…alright…I did not. I did not. Nuh-uh. What did you say? I did not say that, Lenore… I don’t think I said that. I really don’t remember saying that…Hm. Yeah, I was also talkin to Rafe about it today… What’s that?…[laugh]… No, well we got up at seven instead of 6:45. See, you don’t even remember it that well. You forgot the time that it happened—a half an hour wrong! You don’t remember any of the details, do you? You just remember Things.

Time is irrelevant? Yeah, it’s not important. So are the words that I used, huh?…[sigh]…Well,…ah, wait (?)…12:42…no…. I was kinda gettin tired [clear throat] and I wanted to, to call you before it was too late, so…I kind of pushed ‘em out…at the same time.…

Chicken Salad

So your house was fine? Your house was fine?… Is there still stuff in the freezer in that house?… Yeah… mm-hm… Well, not now… [p-shaw]… Gonna make some chicken salad tomorrow… You have class 'til eight-thirty?…. Alright, I’ll make some chicken salad sandwiches,… and I’ll make I’ll make… I’ll make, ah—you come over here and I’ll make dinner… and, ah, then we’ll go to your house and eat ice cream… you wanna do that?…


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Something or nothing

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mortgage jade alito blog
where’s the f-ing remote?

darts johnny c. waziristan the dollar
no idea how that got there

ahmadinejad bird flu hierophany
fodder for the world’s great supply chain

afternoon coffee drinker bernanke
play some ambient now, so we can chill out

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antitrust IAEA baseball ERISA
Don’t talk to me talk to Willie Shake.
shake-shake-shake, shake-shake-shake—
ORDER! ORDER!

abramoff al jazeera federalism
When you gonna e-mail me back?

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Message to Ray at 12:43 a.m.

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Ahoy hoy, Ray
it doesn't matter, Ray
I'll just, I'll just go in the jungle awhile, Ray
It doesn't matter

He didn't, he didn't walk this way, Ray
we was at Port A, Ray
It doesn't matter
[sigh]
I danced in some waves, Ray
It doesn't matter
I'm married, Ray
But it doesn't matter, I'm married
Come walk on the sidewalk, Ray
I mean, this this calls, Ray
It doesn't matter
I see trucks, Ray
it doesn't matter
I see a sting Ray, Ray
I smoke some smokes, Ray
it doesn't matter
I just keep walkin, Ray
if you were here, Ray, you'd try the same thing
[beep beep beep]
you'd do the same thing, Ray
that's the dumptruck, Ray
heh-heh-heh!
Fuck the dumptruck, Ray!
fight the air,
fuck the dumptruck, Ray
[a compacting sound]...

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