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        As Bambi's mother        Led her fawn        Onto the meadow        And was gone,        So I was shown,        And, thus, exposed        To pastures where        Foreboding bodes.        Without the trees        That hide the sun,        The vast expanse        Belied the gun.        For when the shot        Shattered the calm,        The earth became         A maelstrom.        The

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         So the Cubs lost.  It has only been a hundred years.            To all you haters out there:  keep shootin' moose from a helicopter.

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     Obama and the Cubs...     Lake dip babies     Ketchup-less Hot Dougs     Zambrano     Deep dish skyline     White boats on green lake     Buckingham river     Daley Trees     White moths West     LSD Navy Ferris Wheel     Green Mill Bean Industry          Lighthouse deep house     Old Style old school     John Hancock blues     El Loop     

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For Emily Dickinson When next you feel the shame Because you lost the game; An insult to your name, Rejected from the same-- Recall that you are you And others, themselves, too; So best not misconstrue Conclusions others drew. Or those that they will draw For @*$#!--the fatal flaw Of interest in the jaw,

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        Es mis Quince Anos!  Y Los Ositos barrieron Los Sux--Que bueno!  

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               I used to live in LA.  And I went there for a visit over the weekend.  And a flood of memories returned.                 I remember the first time I saw palm trees.  And ate a real burrito.  And saw the ocean.  And the mountains and smog.                And the new age flyers.  And the muscle beach boys.  And the cabanas; the year-round outdoors.  And the cults and psychics.  The

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The other night I had a dream about a possessed vacuum cleaner.In the dream, I was watching a movie about a possessed vacuum cleaner.Then, I looked out the window, and in the distance, saw the same possessed vacuum cleaner pass, swiftly and silently, through a pastoral setting, from right to left.Then, the vacuum cleaner passed by again, from right to left, this time closer; And again, from right

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        For the last man.        When you, o'er whelming--        You, the BK Bridge         And the moon        Is out        In full force        Even tho        Thou be        Annihlist.       

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       So last night I was out drinking with my buddies on the UES/ The Slope and I ran into this chick named Lecy.  She said I would write about my night in my blog the next day (today) and that when I did it would be f*@kin boring.          Me:  Oh yeah?  You know what's boring?  Taking like a 25-year-break from blogging!        Lecy:  I guess that means you've had to take like a 25-year-break

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       Once upon a time, there was a mad cool lady named Perceptiony, who lived in a castle in industrial Brooklyn.     One beautiful, Spring day, Perceptiony was at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, meditating under a cherry blossom tree, listening to the koto.       Suddenly, the earth shook--the ground cracked open before her!     When she awoke, Perceptiony found herself in the depths of Hell.

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     For Eight Belles     You heard the crowd sing "weep no more.."     As you were led out to the green,     Past columned stands, white and pristine,     Into a narrow corridor.     The gate was freed and off you tore--     Your hot hooves galloped in the gleen;     Your muscles moved your gray coat's sheen.     When suddenly, amidst the roar     From wide-brimmed hats, cocked from juleps;    

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       Sitting under tree,       Pink, paper blossoms above--       Is this suffering?       Here for harmony;        Maybe Buddha had sake,       A cold Sopporo.         The koto sounds like       Little player piano,        Rain falling on wood.       I forgot the sun.       Did Buddha need SPF?       Remember the sun. 

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    The scale's axis;    the core, the heart,    the gift of humanness;     on the lean days, in the off-season--       weathering those potholes in the road,     the waves that rock each and every boat.    We must carry on--     and not let such things overtake us.    We must load our guns and aim    for the target's center--and fire!    We must seize that chance    in the face of fear;    We

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      For Keats            The rain fell, and carried with it petals      Which cover sidewalks, pavements wetted gray.      The pigments, pink and yellow, boldly splayed      Along the path, promote a stroll's abettal;        Each step and breath awakes one to one's mettle.      For who can stay asleep at Spring's display,      And worry on and wander on one's way--      When blossoms, yet to

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       No change in chance meeting.       How are there       Expectations, desires.       Silly mystery,       Blissful Folly--       Hope it won't go.       The dream, realized;       Fate-rebellion,        River drifting...       Further complicates       Divine joys--       Divine moment following.    

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    Drinking Moon After    The Rain.  Little bird on small,    round plate.  Little spoon.        

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   The Pope's in town for Passover.  And you know what that means:  All out religious war!  So come on, get out there and give a flyer for your team.  Tibet's not involved and Oprah's gone Buddhist...right?

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Three weeks ago, I gave blood. Last week, in the mail, I received an Exxon Mobile cash card from the New York Blood Center with a five dollar credit on it. Blood for Oil! (Or: Altruist acts may result in a nasty bruise on one's arm, whether or not one gets a free quarter mile's worth of gas for it!)

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In the interim of my absence--a complete upheaval. Still, events occur without pause; there is a seamlessness to time and circumstance. Without warning, the Self may shift dramatically; becoming itself, touching upon its unconditioned origin: not death but truth. There is freedom in facing one's situation. Consciousness comes. A path opens up. There is no turning back.

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Today is my birthday. I'm 17! No need to delve into your retirement funds for gifts, loyal readers. If you must give, simply pick up one piece of trash today and throw it into the nearest waste receptacle. Glory be to the Great Lords Of The Abyss!

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Over the weekend I went camping with friends in Pennsyltucky. I swam in a pond, read a book in a hammock and slept in a tent. There was a huge spider on my tent. Cows ate my shirt. There were fireworks. We set a dinasaur pinata on fire, followed by a Jenga tower.

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Just as one is patting one's self on the back for leaps made in the way of "reasonable adulthood," one may find one's self quickly plunging into the depths of one's own animal nature. Hopefully when the Emperor realizes he's naked, he does not have to reach for his starchiest three piece suit in penance.

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So last night I was out drinking with my buddies on the LES/ Greenpoint and I ran into this chick named Lecy. She said I would write about my night in my blog the next day (today) and that when I did, it would be f*@kin boring.Me: Your blog's f*@kin boring! Why else would I hijack it? Because I like you?Lecy: Because you're an aspiring schmactor who's trying desperately to get noticed.Me:

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3. In the grotesque nature of truth; In the grotesque truth of nature; Guilty or innocent, we die. And, while living, watch the guilty and innocent live and die. Thus, alone in our thoughts we find others.

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2. Identifying with the organization divides the family. Trusts and bonds feign trusting bonds to steer the local politic. There is no security in blood and money; church and state.

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