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Jibber Jabber, Boo Boo Babber

Jibber jabber, boo boo babber, This is how we write when we have to start writing, This is what we do when we convince ourselves, That we should be doing something, Not resting, but racking our minds, Forcing them to … Continue reading

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On Getting Sick and Playing the Guitar

Its never fun getting sick, but even worse than getting sick is getting a weak sick, a kind of soft annoyance that isn’t a full blown sickness, like what I have.     Dante’s Inferno   At least when I’ve … Continue reading

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Sex and Coffee

So you want a fucken story. Well I’ll tell you a fucken story. Frank and Jill hook up. Oh yeah, full of passion and hate and boredom, and in the end, an ending. But this story is not about love … Continue reading

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Dead Poets Sit and Write About Everything

Dead poets sit and write about everything That went wrong while they lived Too bad nobody cared enough To push them away from their graves.   Shamefully I sit and waste the night Pounding a typewriter, Outside beautiful people enjoy … Continue reading

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The Casbah Cafe

The Casbah café; yeah, with the circonflex on the “e”, is a small coffee house on Sunset Boulevard in Silver Lake. Pastel, blues and reds, it makes for a good combination. There are a few small round tables outside next … Continue reading

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Shit

Shit, fuck, crap; here we go again. Whiskey and coffee make an odd combination. For someone who pounds the typer, however, it is a necessity. The whiskey, much like Lethe, is essential for the mind to wander from reality into … Continue reading

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