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POSTER heads up! ONLY 2 LEFT!!!!!!!!
Brian Methe will be selling art prints of his AWESOME "Leatherman" PJ20 print. The art prints are an edition of 14, cost $80, and will be on sale soon... On sale Noon, EST! I won't post the link to buy, as I know many people are trying for this, and since there are only 14, but if you are interested in getting one, find…
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An Old Coat Time had left behind
Hand me downs and shinny eyes peer across the room Holding an old coat that time has left behind A beautiful old coat her grandmother left for her To protect her from the winters cold and snow. As she wrapped the coat around her she could feel grandmas love She could smell her perfume She could feel the snow falling all…
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Write a 10 word story.
You can call this a competition if you like. Write a 10-word story. It can contain as few words as you like, but absolutely no more than ten words. Go. (I got this idea from Weird Science Magazine.)
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Second Chance
he lay broken bestrewn like a forgotten dream unwilling to pick himself up unwilling to even try,… to live again. he wore self loathing and pity well, it looked good on him like last year’s fashion distasteful, yet…. slimming. she floated into his life, like an angel full of grace and love picking him…
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Allen Ginsberg Appreciation Thread
Let's begin with his most famous poem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EdnlSh3_KF4 Howl - For Carl Solomon I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient…
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lips
A touch of lips with distant gaze a heart that's drained emotions become so tamed no passion, lack love thinking nothing more thinking nothing of no warm embrace just broken dreams and rough fingertips A staring gaze to see right through cast empty soul no passion in your pain no lack of self-restrain thinking nothing more…
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Stretch to death if he allows
Deep breath and a sigh Squinty eyed smile lit by Mornings sun Fresh cup and a steamed vanity Falling leaves dance with the cool breeze Smells of fresh lumber and the echo of hammers speak of tales to be The sun tells my neck lunch is near Just a sip...maybe two The tingle sweats through Quips with Joe and a pint to go An…
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Coffee Before Hello
A point of time is a story that stops and starts, and next, is rewritten. A locked door without a coffee smell: I look and see staff conversing within shades of semi-darkness behind the coffee bar. I will be kind if he door is unlocked, and I check my watch again. Open doors are a blessing, and I give this door a few…
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PJ20 Fan Vid
Hey guys I produced the PJ20 Fan Vid for the wishlist foundation. Im trying to make sure everyone interviewed got a chance to see it. Check it out here http://www.youtube.com/nelsonjj99 Have a good one -Jacob Nelson
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Tailor Made
100,000 tousled strands of hair 61 duets with the sky 39 cigarettes, and one holy fuck later the threads I’ve unstitched are all seamless, and I seem less certain they were ever the way, for this seamstress, who sits, blowing smoke rings to watch them break apart like arms, or eyelids, when words aren’t enough to fall into.
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Let's Stop The Hate
We can do this! Please don't provoke, antagonize ridicule we are all human beings with the same needs a need for acceptance and love a need for a voice a voice to share share what we believe without fear of injury Please don't be unkind think how you would feel Please don't say you love and accept then turn around and take…
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peep, squeak, rustle
Pushing and rustling through the overlapping green stuff on my knees comfortable but on them still pleased I wonder why it took me so long oh was it necessary to starve painfully and to live on cold water to understand the nature of everything there or here or no it was that grass quite thick or the shade in which perhaps…
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The January Cold
San Diego is just a kiss away Like a gypsy sitting on the oceans coast Misty in the morning like a painted lady She has everything a man could ask for Just outside the southern border she is waiting there Dancing in the streets Smiling As she wraps herself around you. The January cold and the holy ghost Ride along up her…
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smells of
and the beautiful torn thorn the split in half of silver the sliver for each in two and a kiss stings and a kiss rots of honey, smells of alfalfa and dew fresh cut and the old house still has a day dreaming as still as a day dream from an ill child wrought iron would be the gate and when opened invited in all in sin walls…
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Beautiful Tragedy (Part I)
he saw her sadness in the stars last night, and today it rains hard. he felt her disenchantment in the wind last night, today he feels cold. darkness even in light, he will carry this for all time. the ice on the window hides what’s inside, does he need to hide from her? solitary of a new kind, so much lost…