twitt 97, 96, 95, 94 August 21, 2009

Back to Hell (read “work”), with no fallen angels or damned souls. Only the Boss, me, and the Guardian of the Keys, drinking mud puddle buzz Staring at Harper’s mag with Crumb’s Monkey Wrench Gang comersh and an enigmatical phrase : “Looked at him, but couldn’t get a read on him”. I noticed I was [...]

twitt 93, 92 July 17, 2009

In Loden’s poem, Affidavit: “The time the FedEx driver knocked on the door”. Unfortunately (?) it was not mine. My book’s been stolen. Again A flute, a mic, one mouth, then two. Beethoven’s hairdo, but no “serious” music. Just a “kiss”. Is it art? Sxip Shirey’s performance on TED.

twitt 91, 90, 89, 88, 87, 86, 85, 84 July 6, 2009

Twelve hour long video conference on game theory. What am I suppose to learn? Don’t know (in fact I do, but keep it under my (non-kkk) hood) Post by Assholeman on his pedofriend’s flickr blog. A conspicuously unintelligent mention about Doig that made me laugh? cry? Can’t remember Played a “reversed chess” game with Judie. [...]

twitt 82, 83 June 14, 2009

Meditation helped me to get rid of the useless. But now, as I face the big void, the great wu chi, I’m really bored to death. What the fuck? Garage sale. Report of the President’s Commission on the Assassination of President Kennedy. Take it! Can’t stand this book anymore. $2 deal

twitt 80, 81 June 9, 2009

My Japanese tea is perfect. Outside, birds sing, brave men mow the lawn swearing like drunk fishermen. My laziness is totally out of control The Joy of Less, NYTimes June 7, made my day. Not sure I’m ready for a life without greed and ambition, but I like to be tickled by the idea

twitt 78, 79 May 30, 2009

Disappointment is a stimulus. Running away when nothing evolves is like climbing a mountain, learning from dead bodies to avoid lethal ways. Dear Judie. Je n’ai aucune difficulté à twitter en français, mais ma dialectique défaillante a besoin de l’art elliptique du “gobbledygook”.

twitt 77 May 27, 2009

As a child, I overcame my fear of obscurity, roaming dark caves where a boy had been killed. Light switch tiny bulbs were like evil red eyes

twitt 74, 75, 76 May 19, 2009

Welcome Jeremy. Born from a perfect mom and an ethereal dad, with two little brothers, sympathetic assholes, I hope you’ll find your own way Wau! not-named Lenore. Stay in your summer womb. The winds between your father’s ears should teach you your first lesson. Winter awaits you. Today, Assholeman has a “Save the Planet” T-shirt [...]

twitt 71, 72, 73 May 3, 2009

All I’ll do today will be for the Englishman to see. My head on the desk (sticky with Japanese tea) I’ll sing 99 times “no ma’am, I’m busy”. Chopsticking rice in the bunker, while listening to Our Brother The Native. Dreaming of the undulating thin body which TAKES 85% OF THE BED! I spend all [...]

twitt 69, 70 April 14, 2009

Neutrality, like bad food, feeds bodies, not souls. Flee the gray, be black or white. Colors are illusions that make you think you’ve choice Spring cleaning. Got rid of old and useless Frustrating Retrograde Ideologists Editing Numbly Dumbly Sophisms. NOT Under Real Verifications.