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Links to Original Short Stories and some poems. Yeah...poems. What of it?  
"Ya gotta' fuck the devil before you can make love to God." -
Robert Reames Links to original (and not so original) writings
Smart Bomb | Do Not Pass Go | Report On The Prison Planet | Sleep Dep | Telemousketeer | Video Game | Why Ask Why | Fragments {a novella} | The Exact Ramblings of a Drunken Sod | Four Great Lessons | Letter To Dr. Laura | Kissing Hank's Ass (A Parable) Poems. Poems, Laddie. The boy considers himself a poet!
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WHAT HAPPENS
You know what happens when you seek knowledge?
You find knowledge
You know what happens when you find knowledge?
You no longer seek knowledge
You know what happens when you no longer seek knowledge?
You die
You know what happens when you die?
Neither do I
Want to find out?
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UNTITLED
I am without it will never be clear
turn silence to pain to guilt into fear
within it to say it to hold it too dear
to feel it to change it to sadness so near
I change it for you for you only my dear
just don't ask too loudly too lonely to hear |
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| TALK
it's an amazing thing if you ever imagined it
then you would probably agree don't you think
i mean really maybe maybe not who knows
i don't i really don't
really
human flesh that's it when you get right down to it
a pound or two and the ghost comes back
it's a suicidal thing i suppose
that pisses you off
i know it does me
i know it does me
who writes this crap
i don't
i really don't
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| I PLAY PIANO
This is it. All right
what do I do now?
I play piano for Chrissakes
I never played in front of
people
Maybe three
people
All my songs are in D, G,
and F.
He hits a note where he strains for it and
all I know is second finger there and
oh my God you're going to have problems.
Bad habits. Ya' gotta' learn ta' play it
that way.
Third finger here and hit them
both down.
Do do do do do it
Applause, you see?
I play piano for Chrissakes.
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| THE FIRST JIM MORRISON
It's a taste of what he's got
he's got four four folk albums and Earl Scrugs
It's weird that they're playing
so much it's like God could be up there
He's really in to Dylan and
yes he plays the guitar and harmonica
He messes up a little
which is annoying but he does a great Hobo's lullaby
I visited him long ago but
all he played was Dylan and Woody a Guthrie
A mentor and his disciple
hardly enough for the rain to continue this
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| VELVET HEAD
dance around the carpet frayed
want of comfort violent curse
hear the holy silent burst
die dead lonely flame
once a candle near
by me sang
the candle died
I thought her name
the second died its lover
flame
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| THEY SCREAM
The tip of a cigarette daintily flicked
They scream and they scream all wanting to be heard but no
one has anything to say do they
Who are they trying to impress why are they trying
to impress do they speak
"Who are you?"
It's a quick-flung question or should that be quest-shun as
the salt on the table migrates home
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