Saturday, June 19, 2010

THE CLOUDS REQUIRE THAT WE TOUCH

The clouds require that we touch.
That we [you all] combine like a sunset.
That we keep our motors to ourselves like lonely huts and busted, bare-chested gods made from highway fonts and me, reducing on the stove.
I howl at the you all and point at your act.
The clouds outline the city.
Let the clouds outline the city.
I have a plan that involves this whole country parking and fucking.
Swaying and marrying time.
Fisting clarity and gentrifying each other’s faces.
I’m not—it was a mistake.
But then the renovation, that big four-eyed fantasy.
That old, bearded impossible.
That time no one came back for us.

Friday, June 18, 2010

EVERYTHING MAKES ME FEEL LIKE NOTHING.

"I'm so relieved it's all over," she said, hugging her daughter, Mandi Hull. "I just hope my sister, who just passed away, and my father, and all of the other victims are waiting for his sorry ass. I hope they get to go down after him."

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Just after midnight, Gardner's family members leaned against each other in a tight cluster and sobbed. They played Lynyrd's Skynyrd's "Free Bird," singing along.

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On Tuesday June 15, 2010, Gardner ate a final meal of steak, lobster, apple pie, vanilla ice cream and 7-Up, before beginning a 48-hour fast. According to Gardner's lawyers, he had undertaken his fast for "spiritual reasons", the Salt Lake City Tribune newspaper reported.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Google Voice

Just got this Google Voice message:



Google transcribed it thusly:

Harbor this is. And David, please give me a call back. I just wanted to make it $10000 and i like to spend half of the have a a new give me a call back. It's Wednesday evening (360) 398-3190.