electronic impulses from brain to fingers; directed? sometimes. random? always.
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Chinkie for life.
NorCal for life.
Bruin for life.
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Saturday, August 24, 2002
Perfect Score!
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read the previous entry first.
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and after triple somersaulting into my own
[Begin::06:01:54:AM]
and being vain like a captively shunned bird with a mirror
chain smoking like my nerves were shot full of nicoteened extremes
and seeing the rain in the eye of a sun's ray of light clearer
lain jokingly in the righted curves of sullen guillotine sheen.
[End::06:12:51:AM]
I just based each line off the one before it, while also using an abab rhyme scheme. the rough sounding part is the intentional flip of what should be lines 2,4 into 1,3.
Then I realized I formed lines that could be moved around.
so using the original stream and switching the scheme:
chain smoking like my nerves were shot full of nicoteened extremes
and seeing the rain in the eye of a sun's ray of light clearer
lain jokingly in the righted curves of sullen guillotine sheen.
and being vain like a captively shunned bird with a mirror
this is how I think its best left. Do tell if you think otherwise. There are 24 total possibilities, and if you want to take the time to evaluate and suggest a different one, then go ahead. But remember, I probably won't pay any heed to what you say about it anyway.
doobin @ 7:09 AM
Flash of Creativity: [P]silo
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upon notice of friends' abrupt dive into their consciousness:
[Begin 04:25:54:AM::]
[P]silo
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your hedonistic ways are havens for imprisoned mystic forays into inconsequential mental arrays,
not unlike spatial intelligence per se, but likened to states of frightened and six penced zen mainstays,
held at bay your consciousness lays
broken
unreal
unspoken
genteel
lost in clay fields of silver screen reels of times' greatest paradox played by pandora's box of spored psilo steel;
stealing away at tensely calmed senses sporatic,
enslaying and falsely enbalming dense grey matter emphatic,
what matters is the scattered sense of what exists in the existentialist bliss of existence
for within four split seconds of eternal submission your spirit hangs in odd balance amiss.
[::End 04:44:17:AM]
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[unfinished, decided to add more]
doobin @ 6:43 AM
Tuesday, August 20, 2002
The Flint
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Amongst a repetoir of mixed emotions there remains the notion that the reservoir is overflowing, contents swished and surfed, showing the want and need of heartfelt wishes to be served;
Unnerved, the part is best served by the hand whose heart is well-deserved, a love-lined land of well-preserved strands of partnered touch and printed curves;
Sprinting through crimson fervor clutches of grim sun and moon crutches, the flint of nervous excitement is thrice times expedited, incited to spark its superfluous will, it will sparkle at will with testament undivided;
United by a test meant to describe the fiber of the chest's nested investment, the fragrance of heartstring's faint cadence attests the presence of flirtation;
The explanation, hence the reservation, is an ascertation, a certification of my heart's wildest imagination.
doobin @ 4:42 AM
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