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Thursday
In Franz Kafka’s short story, “In the Penal Colony,” the life of a condemned man falls upon the hands of an officer. The officer, who is in charge of the execution machine, explains its function to a traveller, who later learns that the condemned man is actually not aware of his sentence. As a stranger,…
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Monday
The transparency of white on white. I read a very good poem today. I stopped and wondered why anybody would bother with poetry and the pomp of poetry like it erupted out of the ass of some goddess. Is it the desecration of defecation that defaces poetry? Would it still be poetry if someone smeared…
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Tuesday
John Cage. Silence. i have to get rid of the belief that I need a mode to write in a perfect mode no not even perfect but one that is most proper and appropriate such that I achieve no mode at all for I forgo all the other modes for this one single mode. No…
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Sunday
I do what I don’t want to do. I’m think of what I want to do as i eliminate what I don’t want to do. A very dangerous conclusion because I’m lazy. I’m editing this post from the future of when I published post. It’s different because the post is hidden within a multitude of…
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Saturday
its like I don’t know what to do because in hell that was me that was you and the words are dogs selling cats where hell sells cat or where cats know dogs in hell but sells hell not cats and cats in my home I’m trying to be a dog or the dog in…
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Friday
The last day of the month. Which month am I living in. The dog bites on log whether fire or not. I’ve lost my thought. Well, nothing feels long enough because I’m never into it–that is, I’ve led a toothless life, I’ve never bitten into anything (Sartre). Or something like that. You see, my fish…
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Wednesday
I ate the sun and the banana peel rots.
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Thursday
Airport. Coffee. Egg Sandwich. Home. Karamazov. Hope. Diminishing. Something something. Noon sleep dozing off sun dog fish. last walk in the snow trees. Murakami. Kaufman. Miller. Accusations. More than I thought but not enough because I apprehend the eloquence of it too much and not questioning the origin enough, whether the eloquence comes from pretence…
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Monday
They don’t care what A’s put out. No, they just give him a final judgement of the work. The conclusion of it is so total that you think the conclusion is just submitting to the totality of its own conclusion. But is that possible. Can you have a thing that submits to itself. A thing…
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Sunday
The beach was very cold That’s what I tell my dog, but she doesn’t really listen. She just barks. Then, I go home and have told no one about anything. I sunk into the couch and watched Chungking Express with the apprehension of finishing Doors of Perception. I keep looking in the mirror, because today…
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