Channeling Joyce

[modest mouse]

"More wood for their fires" its a shame about Ray but how does one own the sacred silence of thought when fires rage near Denver event hough they (colorado) moved to deny Gays the rights inherent as a citizen of this country I still dont want the citizens of Cherry Creek to burn 'cause an old freind lives there and he has mountains to climg, like my ego, like my fear, like my ability to extend to her, to this, to life as an adventure and napoleon had acomplex and it changed th4e world and the French still suck my ass poorly when quality analingus might allow me to forgive past sins. Wine is hobnobbery when illustrated next to,accompanied by, the quaff of ale flowing freely down my narrow throat that seized up, swollen, when I was young and caused my encounter with a lost finger the frantic melee following and food. Stale. Cards in manila, sentiments. Caring forced upon those too young to to see huamn suffering for the liberation and pain it is. Both. Wrong. Perpetual. past times, hobbies, history, discourse ont he merits of individualism in society but the contentiousness inherent in mass congregation and the juxtaposition of ideal rural survival and urban sprawl. Poe and Darwin should have killed bottles of Scotch with me in my youth so my book deal could finance my ambitions for effort is not avirtue tha you possess, thus stealing is not necesary or possible, or current or just plain, common, synonym, nimble, the secret of Nimh and feivel with his hat, rivalign DIsney but succumbing to the maching of corporate destiny. manifest Destiny channeled tot he stock room, the ticker, the pundits with no foresight but rehashing on a gloabal scale. Rhonda Schaeffler in a business suit seducing me over a Cosmo and an undercooked steak. Rubbish. Brest was wrong, bennignton or not. The psycho resides in us all but decorum pronounces us dead. Anger si a virtue but Zach proves nothing and Cris might make Zeppeling obsolete, finally. Cheap cheese.

 

[Dragon Dreamer]

I got a headache around "Cherry Creek"

 

[Dillinger]

Oh tell me about Anna Livia - anna literotica. Tell me all tell me now. I thunder at the threads. It is a hundred long and growing and my cockswain blather continues unabated. "Si on déposait ce garçon au milieu du Sahara, il s'assoirait et se mettrait à en faire la carte."

Save me from talk save me from chat save me from me for I am the I that was yesterday becoming tomorrow.

I cannot rest from city travel ; I will drink Life and beer and scotch to the lees even in NYC bars that employ bouncers without a sense of humor. All times I have enjoyed Greatly, have lived greatly, both with those That loved me those that lusted me, those that I lusted, and alone and together ; here and there, and when Through the Streets of Manhattan and the boards of Literotica - I am become a name.

 

[Guest]

You guys are way too cool for me.









Especially Dillie.










I feel Mouse's passion, but terrible typing skills.

 

[modest mouse]

Hour after datbreak after drive, before ambition, spent on the water but feet trapped on land becuase my money flow never matches the current of more thana small stream, a ditch, a puddle of discontent. Waves behind my knees, raise the spirits, raised spirits. Post. Labor. Production of economical benefits for those just ahead of my footsteps in line, their house my dilligence. My bloodlust. Too obvious perhaps but interstellar even to a turtle. marching on, forward, for there is much to learn. Kerouc espoused work produce consume and his sentences were concise when not writing about himself and the ducks and and and. Intentionally weird, Stephen King without the sweet spot, sontinues to be transparent when the depth of muddy water, of silt is sought. Ought not. Happiness comes to those who dont know it. Dirt, gnarled fingernails, roadtrips only to return. Invoices and voices inside. The tyranny of my day purchased for chump change, to deit soda, from water, from coke,. Cocaine and Freud, go away, away. Repeat for clarity, for wieght, for sleight of hand and the deception of ritual. Of spectacle. Fear of the mundane motivates us allto an early grave, for the better? Precison manufactured chocolate milk makes its way to our shores, the Jersey shore, the docks, the truck, the dolly, the store, storage for rent condos for sale dehumanization for now. Guitar fade.

 

[Dillinger]

Gravitatisch kam der dicke Buck Mulligan vom Austritt am obern Ende der Treppe: er trug ein Rasierbecken, auf dem kruzweise ein Spiegel and ein Rasiermesser lagen. Im milden Morgenwind bauschte sich leicht hinter ihm ein gelber, ungegurtelter Schlafrock. Er hob das Becken in de Hohe und timbte an:

Introibo ad altare Dei.

merde

There's where... First... Finn, again! (where Nora was working as a chambermaid, of course - Finn's Hotel - where Joyce first met her.)

Strange loops and coincidences - its amazint they never hit that russian general.

nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick

Mishe Eire
Declare me independent, baby.

We need a Literotica Declaration of Independence!!! Let's form or own cyber nation. One nation, under porn, for perversion and erotica for all.

This is a chrestomathy by the way - consider it a meta-synchronicity if you well.

THE PROPHET IS VINDICATED!

Its all Humpty-Dumpty, ad infinitum, you know.

 

[Dillinger]

(Just for the record - the last post started with the first paragraph of Ulysses in German. It is no accident that the first sentence of Ulysses has 22 words, one for each letter of the Cabala, and that the last is "crossed." every man is an island, but we are all crossed or linked with each other, as Stephen Dedalus and Leopold Bloom are crossed and linked in ways neither understands.)

 

[Dillinger]

Me dames, me babes, Oh lovin it, has come through and through, again and again! Now let the multiple calves of my haremtourage as laurelstruck calls them... by the sychronicity of their tight black dresses rearranging identity of unmentionables where the borders of flesh come to bedevil and bedazzle us.