safflower junction

today is not a noodle
today is the opposite of that
everything keeps coming out
of my mouth in bold, momma,
and i just can't help it.
today, i have a linguistics presentation to pounce on.
if it goes well, they'll promote me to language corporal.
i'll have my own squadron.
things are looking up.

new ingeborg song was posted yesterday,
"the disobedient prophet slain by a lion"
# 2 in the prophets series.
it might be even more annoying than "dry bones"
:-)

when i hold you //11.29.1:14pm
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let me tell you how comforted i am
that my deodorant is called "pacific surge."
it's just so alleviating to feel that
i've got the entire state of california
rushing up to protect my underarms from stench.
and let me tell you,
50 years ago, you'd probably have your head
buried in some zinc oxide rub
smelling of cattle
and smelling of chemicals.
you're quite a lucky woman to live
in such an age.
(i'm sure you'll agree.)

i haven’t left my room for days //11.29.12:46pm
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i can watch you now.
with satellites. d
so you’d better start smiling



anytime minutes// 11.29.8:12pm
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tonight i said to my mother
"that's not a fucking option"
she promptly hung up on me.

what i remember //11.25
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i am unstoppably still
increasingly christ-like
and endlessly vague.
baby, build me a monument on misinterpretation
lay around awhile
stay for the suntan

i should have stopped with the last one // 11.29.904pm
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don't tell me what a bedroom is for.
i know what a bedroom is for.
it's for whatever i want it to be for.
don't be such a communist.
how ever will the sweaters be knit
if i do not provide?
i don't tell you what your bedroom is for.
so don't tell me what my bedroom is for.
because it's for whatever i want it to be for.
it's for sweatshops.
it's for sweaters.
i can have sex on the couch if i want.
this is my house.
this is my bedroom.

due to reasons not of mirth //11.29.12:23pm
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each time i come home
after 4 am
my heart, it’s beating so fast.
i get perplexed, i tell you.
i get fucked up.
i get nervous, i get fast.
i look at my bed like it’s
the smelly person on the elevator
like it’s an abortion protester
and i’m knocked up as all get up.
i coax myself into walking over there
lying my lanky body down
and each and every time
i swear
i pull the covers back
just waiting
to feel the venom hit my leg.
to feel the snake bite.
i swear
i know there’s a cobra round here somewhere
and one of these times
he’ll get me.
not last night,
but maybe tonight.
. .

living alone //11.29.12:30pm
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i buy plants to help my breathing
and they keep dying
so i keep smoking
i buy videos to help my dancing
but my feet keep tripping
so i keep drinking.


got a dollar? // 11.29.8:52 pm
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how in sam hills am i supposed to concentrate
i'm right out of proteins.
i lost those proteins hours ago
and haven't the resources to replace them
proteins are a much desirable item, these days, i tell you.

for the archivist in all of us //11.29.8:56pm
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sometimes things are great when you look back
like you wouldn't, couldn't do them
any differently.
and sometimes
things are just a bit off
a word or two, here or there.
sometimes.
things are just
aammaeeesmamsmamessmammamemssmames
ammesssmameeesammmammamemessm.


stop it // 11.29.8:47pm (edit @ 909pm)
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the girls that come
into the library
at the end of the semester
with their fake tans
and dark hairs
they don't know what they're fucking doing.
so i hit on them, before they can ask me for computer help.
i don't know anything about computers.
i was raised in Canada.
do you know where Canada is?
Canada has no electricity.
it's powered only by the friction of air balloons rubbing on glaciers
as they make their final decent.
i hit on them
because what else are they going to do in a library?

warnings and sirens // 11.29.8:42pm
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show me hell and i'll walk home, tiger.
show me a handshake that i'll regret
love is a corvette
love is a lamp shade.
love isn't red,
so get out of the boat, captain.
love oozes, yes,
but not like that.
not like your lymph nodes
i wonder if my car was towed.

thursday //11.21
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red wine.
not cigarettes.
if i don’t go to class
i don’t have anything to do today!
my eyebrows are boners
my boners are metropolis
movebot2000. show me your moves.
dancebot2000.show me your hipshine.

computer lab //11.29.2:36pm
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these computers are sounding like
older gentlemen.wheezing and coughing
and generally sounding like dignified death.

11/29.7:56pm
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we'll build spaceships, sure.
we'll blast off into anything
without hesitation.
we're through with constructions
we're through with reality
we'll cause spastic revolutions of