just keep going,

March 22, 2008 at 3:58 pm | Posted in writing | 19 Comments
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the last page of the new manuscript, get in and have a look while you can ‘cos the old man is on my back about giving stuff away and writing silly poems for my own amusement,

Where’s F.?

February 22, 2008 at 5:16 pm | Posted in writing | 17 Comments
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At some point the money’s gotta be coming from somewhere, I have been out exploring (problogging insertlink haha), round and round you go past advertising disguised vaguely or not and sitting somewhere behind a screenmachine is a person getting paid for misdirected clicks, there is a vacuum sucking as it were the point of your mouse to a flashing red light waiting for a jerk of your wrist beyond conscious sensible control, and with a margin of error beyond its visible borders to gather what? Perhaps just an address. But they are boring money number counting numbnuts whose only chance of getting paid is by processing numbers. There is no content, they are chasing each other round in circles past each others adverts, hahahahahahahahahahaaaaa,

now son you stand there at that door in that uniform with that big fucking gun,

hello,

February 15, 2008 at 3:20 pm | Posted in writing | 34 Comments
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I first realised my career would go no further than an airport bar playing to drunk businessmen and their prey and their predators… (insertlink) My original plan was to shut ’tis blog down today, let’s face it a twelvebar blues can go on forever and often sounds like it already has, and undertake the onerous and untiggerlike task of editing it down into a manuscript presentable to a perhaps not so reputable publisher with a note that actual sex and violence could be inserted pretty much anywhere, as required to fulfill some mundane motive, since the original work, this bloggedy blog is already done, insert andy warhol tattoo,

time it turns out may not be linear but still somehow remains in short supply and leave on the static front page a link to the search engine with a note stuck on the fridge saying, sorry, roll roll, missed you again, leave me a note if you catch me, ie write your own manuscript, was william seward burroughs forgot somehow, became an icon without ideas, just a face and a voice,

but then i opened a beer on a beautiful blue brisbane friday afternoon and she is smiling so i just dropped in to say, hello, free hugs today, yayaya

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