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It's been a week already, and welcome back! Monday is hard to take, and Friday never seems to come, but, my friend, there's nothing difficult-to-swallow about Penis Thursday!
(Photo generously provided by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) chas_lou... he named this composition, "Wet Penis Building." He said it; I didn't.)
On a more elevated plane, we here at Penis Thursdays have a question for you.... ( More! ) |
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I'm convinced that the nightmares of children ride in from the same place where bad odors, math homework and steaming turnip greens come from. I'm about to regale my keyboard and anyone reading with the dread hoofmarks and after-dark whinnying of one of my bad dreams from when I was a wee shaver.
Forgive me for doing so. Reading about other people's dreams can be a bit boring. I don't say that to be mean. Unless I'm starring in the dream being recounted, I lose interest in hearing about it and my eyes glaze over. I'd almost rather hear about Tracy Chapman's sex life, sorry. ( If you'd like to, you can click here to read more )
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This building on the island of Procida, Italy, reminds me of 28 Barbary Lane for some reason.
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[We now join Wake Up A.M.!, already in progress....]
"Good morning and welcome back! Later on in the show we'll be sharing with you 5 tips that can improve your golf swing-- and your marriage. And at the top of the hour, Desmond Tutu will be dropping by to show us how to cook an omelet!
"But first... ( More! ) |
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Just a thought:
Why does a day end simply because the sun slides into water?
Isn't night only a shadow?
Has the day not ended? has the world just turned its face away?
Then is this the same profitless day the dead wasted,
the same war,
the same bad music,
stretching in all directions
like the circle a thrown rock makes in a still pool,
all of it seemingly divided into seasons by
the blinking of some nearby star?
Or if tomorrow exists, is it the product of darkness,
that same void-place and mystery where yesterday went and
never returned?
that same place we're going
Did we invent these little days to comfort ourselves
that there will always be a tomorrow, to forget that
someday there won't be another someday?
Or is the world indigestible
except in small portions?
Either way, spare me war and bad music,
your retarded calumny and
your lazing in foggy thoughtlessness and
your coarse antics.
Let's dote while the doting is good, or else be fucking quiet.
Daylight's burning. |
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I tugged down on the wheel today
and executed a beautiful
left-hand turn.
But no one knows
except you and I.
Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 12:26 am
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| » George and La Gioconda |
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Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 12:28 am
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Morning( ... ) wood!
Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 07:29 am
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| » ...more boring than the sword |
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My black pen ran out of ink today.
I've had to use a pen with blue ink since.
I don't like it.
I prefer black ink.
My brother will be receiving a text message
about this development tomorrow while he's at the office
where the pens are plentiful,
bet your sweet ass.
Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 09:50 pm
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| » Drawings |
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Here are a few fragments of drawings I've done that I felt like sharing. ( To see more of my stuff, click here )
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 01:08 am
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| » Lots of thrift and no short shrift |
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It really was no miracle. What happened was just this: The other day I went shopping for clothes at Goodwill.
I didn't have my good camera on me, but did take pictures with my cameraphone. A visual feast awaits.... ( For more, click here )
Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 01:01 am
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| » A cute little house plan... |
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...posted by a cute little house fan.
This is your little home-away-from-home on a lake, of course, and down the leafy autumnal road, just a short drive away in your red pickup truck, is a little store that sells wood and apples and coffee.
I bet never was an alarm clock allowed in this house. No, whoever lived here was called awake by the sound and smell of bacon in a skillet. : )
Nov. 8th, 2009 @ 01:17 am
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| » Art and aria |
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I like the paintings of Caio Fonseca.
They remind me of the inlaid marble Qur'anic prayers at the Taj Mahal.
I enjoy looking at that style of calligraphy.
It's a bit like opera to me; I have no idea what it means but hearing it cancels out the need to know and fulfills many other needs unnamed.
Nov. 7th, 2009 @ 09:09 am
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| » Too late |
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This is a picture I took in a parking lot with my cameraphone. It's a melted sucker and an insect.
One of the saddest things I've seen in a while. I was too late to save him, already stiff and dead, and what a death, so terrible. One unlucky hop.
I like to watch the grasshoppers hop; they're spring-loaded little guys and don't seem to premeditate where they're going, and where they land is often dictated by the breeze... which is kind of like ourselves, I think.
It's all a story best told over a glass of something.
Nov. 6th, 2009 @ 01:10 am
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Hey! And welcome to Penis Thursday! Do you love yourself some penis? Then you stopped by the right LiveJournal entry, my friend.
(By the way, hi, Grandma! Don't read this entry! Love you!)
Here at Penis Thursdays, we strive-- heck, we thrust-- to provide you with classic high-quality all-American penis.
It all started over here at chas_lou's LiveJournal. His fondness for a beautiful building in downtown Louisville, Kentucky, The AEGON Center,
or as he calls it, "The Penis Building," inspired me to give writing a weekly column a shot this month.
So, column, let's start shooting! For today... ( Click here to read more )
Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 01:02 am
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| » "Get up, stand up..." |
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After staying up to get some election results, I decided to re-post this entry from November of '08. It's my little note of optimism. I wish there weren't a need to post it again, but I might end up doing so every year and make it a November tradition, until there isn't any need....
Here is a closer look at Asheville NC's turn-out for The National Protest Against Proposition 8, which was held in cities across the country on Saturday, November 15th.
[Hey, a warning to those with slow Internet connections: There are many pictures ahead. There's a YouTube clip, too.]
( To see the pictures, click here )
Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 03:13 am
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| » Playing Cupid |
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We ought to set up these two mixed up kids on a date. They have so much in common.
Or do opposites make the better match, yin and yang, "you complete me," and all that? Something to ponder...
Whatever the case, in matrimony or not, someone should join these guys. They're falling apart. See, I used join there as a funny....
Nov. 3rd, 2009 @ 11:10 am
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Time for a little recycling, so, all right, strawberries... let's get ready to jam.
Since I live in fear of the thought of Mondays on LiveJournal not being iambic, I thought that it might be time to blow the dust off and instigate the second annual Poetic Entry Contest*. If you're on my friends list, you've already cleared the qualification round. Go, you!
If you want to participate, here's the deal, pickle:
1) You say, "I'm in!" or, "Hit me, dealer!" or some other affirmative.
2) I hunt through your archives because I haven't yet figured out a way to rifle through your underwear drawer. I find a brief [get it? n'yuk!] entry of yours and charge you with rewriting or reconfiguring or paring it down or summing it up until it rhymes, LeAnn.
3) You post the rewrite on your journal. Then everyone-- most importantly, myself-- has something wacky to read tomorrow or Wednesday or whenever. Simple! Merriment!
If the idea doesn't suit, don't worry. I won't be yanking anyone off my friends list who doesn't want to play. But if you do, then sign up below, pluck a feather from your nearest pheasant, dip it in your trusty inkwell and... pebbles? Get ready to rock.
* No prize awarded, so it's not really a contest... unless hearing me shut up and stop calling you a berry, a dill pickle, a pebble or LeAnn Rimes is considered a prize.
Nov. 2nd, 2009 @ 07:51 am
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| » Day One (Mark: zero) |
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I reckon I'll give posting a journal entry every day in November a shot. I'm not sure what to say.
Confession: I typed the above two sentences. After that I stared at the blank remainder of the screen for an approximate time of 4 minutes, wiggling my left foot, which was crossed over my right knee. Then I left the room and went to the kitchen and made myself a peanut butter sandwich. Then I came back. I've been staring at the screen and eating, trying to form thoughts. Just a couple of seconds ago, I put the half-eaten sandwich in my lap, having been raised by wolves, and am now typing this paragraph of rapid filler.
I'm typing this after having picked my sandwich back up and finishing it. Now I need a beverage and my pants are crumby. See you tomorrow.
P.S. Happy November to you.
Nov. 1st, 2009 @ 06:25 pm
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| » A little contribution |
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Here are some photos I took yesterday. Took 'em to the cleaners! Kidding. Anyway, I hope anyone reading enjoys seeing this picture...
...plus a few more.
( Click here for more )
Oct. 30th, 2009 @ 10:49 am
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