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turkeyshoot: A Moment, Movement, Improvement
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Monday, November 03, 2008. A Moment, Movement, Improvement. These thoughts frightened me. Could I be coming to a logical conclusion? The absence of chaos? The object of reason? If reason has an object then is insanity a verb? I run up to it. An uncared for and little known green statue of a man wearing odd clothes looking what the artist deemed "heroic". I deem it not. I was rear-ended back into my mind. The captain was staring down at me. Elitist fuck. I hopped off the pedestal. My body ...I recently ca...
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turkeyshoot: May 2008
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Saturday, May 10, 2008. I move to the back of the shop to a nice secluded corner. All the corners are secluded. I wrap my hands like a prayer around my cup. Staring intensely at the scratched, graffiti-ed table top. Does RG still love DW? Is Korn the best music? Doubtful to both. I try and think my way out of my box when she came in. Excuse me," I politely rasp. Last night must have broken my larynx. "Thats my cup". How very capitalist of you" she retorts. I think I am in love. I want to wander, to searc...
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OJo's Spot: March 2007
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But if I say I will not mention Him, nor speak anymore in His name, His word is in my heart like a fire: a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed I cannot." Jeremiah 20:9. Tuesday, March 27, 2007. Friday, March 16, 2007. The other day at work, someone asked me if I had trouble escaping from Whoville. I was like, "What? I also heard a funny joke in church last Sunday:. There was a man who was bitten by a dog and got rabies. His doctor told him he had only a day to live. Imme...Yes, ...
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turkeyshoot: February 2008
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Friday, February 08, 2008. Said my bus neighbor. "Fuckin' cockroaches". As I sit idly or ideally, by him I begin to inch further away. My fears are unjustified though. Why would this lumping proletariat riding the chariot of the people try to harm little whacked out me? These fears are inconsequential though for in that moment of time I thought like a rabbit in a snare. Minus the screaming and kicking. Although that did come to my noodle. I ask hesitantly. Pardon? Is that damn judge after me again?
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turkeyshoot: December 2007
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Monday, December 24, 2007. How could I endure such an awkward ride in a confined space with someone that I had laughed at the last time we spoke. She'd told me that I didn't matter in my writing; I opened up my mouth and laughed in her face. Now I was faced with riding in an elevator with this malicious bitch. What indeed was I to do? I broke out into a sweat! What could have happened? My bowels clenched tightly! I would press the big G, my salvation from this tiny prison, I would hit the "close door" bu...
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turkeyshoot: March 2009
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Friday, March 20, 2009. PS I am equally proud that i used the phrase "like masturbating in a jar". Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Turkey Shoot Statistics.
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turkeyshoot: October 2008
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Saturday, October 18, 2008. I miss the way you were,. The twinkle in your eyes -. The spark within - of passion -. Ever flowing times of surprise. But what has happened now? Orbs all sunken in -. Despair encompasses; depression. When shall you shed this -. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Turkey Shoot Statistics.
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turkeyshoot: Recoil
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Saturday, October 18, 2008. I miss the way you were,. The twinkle in your eyes -. The spark within - of passion -. Ever flowing times of surprise. But what has happened now? Orbs all sunken in -. Despair encompasses; depression. When shall you shed this -. This comment has been removed by the author. Just in general for being an ass. Or perhaps in colonel. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Turkey Shoot Statistics.
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The Pipe and Soapbox: This World is Configurable: Knowing is Grasping
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The Pipe and Soapbox. The pipe, iconic for me, of reflection, rumination and good conversation. It is reminescent of Tolkien and Lewis, of good ol' chaps talking about life, the universe and the meaning of it all. The soapbox, speaks for itself, of when things need to be spoken, things that can't be held back. Welcome, reader. This World is Configurable: Knowing is Grasping. This is a video essay for my Education 401: Issues in Learning and Teaching class. It's on our "Knowing" module. A Sliver of Light.
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The Library of Aira: July 2010
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The Library of Aira. My somewhat disjointed thoughts on books and dreams. The Fall of the House of Wanker (Guts). The story, of course, begins with a falsehood. Take in as much air as you can. This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. In terms of the narrative structure, the poems are each told by the character whose story immediately follows. There are a couple of stories that are not preceded by poems, but I'll get into that later. Those people...
