herbs and spices

saltyindians @ 2007-01-11T15:25:00

2007-01-11T20:25:32Z

This thing is dusty.

Imitation

2005-02-18T22:11:37Z

Great Queen sung it in giggles
Made to work / Make it work

While sewing shapes we acknowledge
the sewn shapes that came before

Made to work / Make it work / No
Power / Stir

Flown a song / Flown an imitation to continue
Please do true

Stir / See
Pattern recognition / Liquid and laughter with royalty

Secret girl not / No
Leave you in the lights / Dryed

Left
See / Laughter

Some secret with discretion / In the lights
I know your motions and your speeches and your sway

Ordinary secrets / I choose fantasy
I get carried away

Now we laugh about it / Our hearts are dry

imitation tim

2005-02-17T03:06:33Z

make it work
carry on
good luck

work on
continuing, continue composedly
good luck

my wayward sway
come with me
until tuesday

sing it in giggles
pattern recognition
sew what

when the bonds of bedlam break
metal, meddle
make it work

smile in the sunlight
vampires into grail
entrail cereal

have a nice stay
dance the dance on the dancefloor
don't really care at all

steal a song
steal an imitation
carry on

secret girl
know no secrets
slip away into the lights

Keep on

2005-02-06T16:10:28Z

testique

2005-01-10T20:13:08Z

it's the darn'dest thing...
ever since i got those new metal balls, i keep getting bruises on the bottoms of my hands.

kenny and allen

2004-12-13T19:53:31Z

"don't cry... put your head on my shoulder."
"thanks."
"i got a headache this big..."

"...and an itchin' to kick some minnesota ass."

"and then kobe said, 'you fuck my wife?'"
"naw dude, i don't get it."

saltyindians @ 2004-08-25T16:31:00

2004-08-25T20:27:26Z

you are beautiful.

keep it in mind, take some classes, this is your name

2004-08-19T21:17:35Z

art project:

"the united states will win olympic gold,
basketball."

possibly other languages, ooh la la.

traced and painted on, white on white...
or brown on brown...

freehand as well. emphasis on the statement, not the bullshit.

super glossy, solid construction.
tones + tones + tones.

drama and comedy. accompanying essays and explanations.

additions to the series.

pointless lyric:

amarillo, amarillo,
thought i'd let you know.

life at the moment:

i just felt like writing in this journal. bought a cd or two in the past few days. want to get the car shit straight. saw sonic youth. never been to a concert where so many people didn't know the headliner and had never heard of the opening band. wow. favorite band.

started waiting at cora. continuing cooking at cora. made four bucks on my first tip, two ladies, one with half and half sweet and unsweetened tea. two crabcake sands, both with t & c.

haven't been this solid in a relationship in a very, very long time. good for today, hopefully tomorrow, and that's how it goes. starting to like music again. been a little bit hateful, but i think that's just the "goodbye" talking.

all things,
bleed.

also, found a lump when taking a shower. leaning on it being a hernia and not cancer. can't pay for cancer. there may be citywide restaurant health insurance soon. can dream.

pop isn't so bad on the ears anymore. they're still a little sensitive but older and,

attempts at being forgetful.

miss you a lot and i feel like calling, but i can't live like that. don't like the people who don't like, respect, or value me. that will never change, provided i know. i just don't do ditched. keeping quiet.

friends to cheer up. no problem with that.

art project:

take classes you bastard. put in the effort.
articulate.

awe

2004-07-28T20:52:43Z

say, all-time

2004-07-04T16:26:57Z

"good ribs are better than a good steak," says boy.
"some people wanted champagne and caviar when they should have had beer and hot dogs," says dwight d. eisenhower.

kobeyashi and independence.

actress marlene dietrich once said that her favorite dish was champagne and hot dogs.
what's the enigma?

never steal drugs from turkey

2004-04-29T19:36:02Z

Arriving in New York on October 24, 1975, after his five-year ordeal in the Turkish prison system, Billy Hayes displays the new passport that the American embassy in Athens, Greece issued him.

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Billy Hayes (Turkey)
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In 1970, Turkish authorities sentenced Billy Hayes, a 22-year-old American caught trying to carry four pounds of hashish out of Turkey, to serve 30 years for smuggling, and threw him into a notoriously brutal prison in Istanbul called Sagmalicar. After over a year of beatings and a steady loss of hope, Hayes was transferred to a prison on an island in the Sea of Marmara, where he was allowed to spend his days unloading cargo from ships. Six months of plotting and waiting yielded an escape plan for Hayes, whose story later became the subject of a book and subsequent movie entitled Midnight Express.

The movie Midnight Express has nothing to do with fact, but it does rule. Happily, Brad Davis, who played Hayes in the movie, died of AIDS in Los Angeles in 1991.

The real Billy Hayes snuck out of the prison, stole a rowboat, and made it to shore. Hoping to reach Greece, Hayes dyed his blond hair black and began travelling towards the border. Barefoot, exhausted, and lacking a passport, he swam across a river and walked for miles. When he finally came upon an armed soldier, he thought that he had lost his bid for freedom, but the soldier yelled at him in Greek. Hayes eventually made it back to the U.S. safely.

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duel room

2004-03-30T18:35:12Z

take that and that and that or this.

saltyindians @ 2004-03-20T17:37:00

2004-03-20T22:39:13Z

war
mth

saltyindians @ 2004-02-26T22:54:00

2004-02-27T03:56:19Z

when i stepped out today the sky was orange
and i was afraid of god.

the song, the hernia, the cancer

2004-02-17T17:27:19Z

thanks for the paper.
i have to hurry, because i'm terminal.

the sky's frosted.
oh, it's your birthday.

osiris is coming over.
abruptly,

stop beating around the bush.

adventure

2004-02-02T23:02:03Z

february 2, 2004

a while ago i started this journal with good (or bad) reason. lately i've been thinking about my own private future, and what that future's going to bring me.

"it could be one of many puppies. obedient it should be. at least loyal. hopefully attractive."

the fortune cookie reads:

"i feel good."

in training the future with no regards for character at the moment. i'm more interested in the monetary half of the day (the day that pays, and the part girls and parents and grandparents newer spouses care about), should i cook or write? should i do business?

coming across this journal again, time permitts it, i'm honestly impressed. i'm rarely impressed by my own writing. some of the impressive things are private though. but,

so, maybe it is writing. i do come up with ideas, and i can put them in writing (or food.)

maybe it's food. i was meant to work with fire i think. maybe i'm supposed to be a firefighter or a welder

or a comedian or a politician. i can barely read. i'll have to learn to read to succeed.

if i did food, i'd want to do food as art. that means four years of school, minimum. i want to treat it like an album (not a job), with each ingredient and each technique as each note or each pun. i don't know if i know music well enough.

and serious journalism is very important, but so is eating and caring. maybe i can do both.
i also need to work on my kissing.

part of what i like about both jobs is that they really can take you anywhere. there's cooking schools in scandanavia. you know i'm mobile.

this is the future.

semi-privately,
osiris rankin

black ryders (good shit)

2003-11-28T23:43:21Z

It's my waltz of misery.
To the chosen I am woe.

Woe is me.
Gasp...

Life!
Please...

I hear the melody of our withering destiny.
All is lost.

I can hear,
And the truth is known.

Doomed to be hollow,
I am alone.

Tis the dance of the dead's shoes i wear.
I am weathered and moribund.

Weathered and moribund is me.
Darling...

Unfairest...
Love!

I am coming to take you away.
I am coming to take you away.

all the morning people

2003-09-15T23:45:49Z

p whiz, yeah.
yeah,

a family of ghosts stab me in my sleep.
that's why i burn when i wake up,
and why i bleed when i pee.

Left and right, it goes both ways

2003-08-03T18:29:59Z

1. I want to meet the perfect beat, and we'll party and sleep, and then i'll never talk again.
2. I want to keep the perfect beat, and i'll never talk again.
3. I want to keep you.

4. We party and we sleep.
5. We keep and keep and keep.

More emotion:

1. I want to find the perfect palpation, and we go in a party(set) and dream, and then I shall not speak never again.
2. I want to protect the perfect palpation, and I shall not speak never again.
3. I want to protect it(him).

LEFT AND RIGHT, IT GOES BOTH WAYS

4. A party(set) and we sleep.
5. A party(set) and we sleep.

Say it bob, "We are kept, both we are kept, and we are kept."
"oh bob,"
"and the wind howls," says bob.
"howling," bob breathes, and then he smiles.

"that's cool."

Pepper Rockefellers - Flutter, flutter

2003-05-15T15:49:06Z

"how you gonna copyright a pepper?"
Tell me.

don't worry about it.

Yummy, paper lanterns. And i was so hungry.
This paper is delicious.
It's so filling.

into thin air.
sexyou, i can only imagine!

death is half over
UTI
"the peppers are delicious."

Travels with light (goodnight part 2)

2003-04-28T02:57:12Z

The boy will be travelling light.

G'Nite
____________________________________LIGHT.
Goodnight 2.

Phantom Pain

2003-02-13T20:36:13Z

Untitled

Around, all around, the furies gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my neck.
It slays me, and darkly my
vitae drips
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In a strange and terrible glee I call your name
while nothingness takes me.
Now alone, my love falls upon darkened eyes.

This is my doom

Alone in darkness

2003-02-13T17:07:09Z

Alone in Darkness

the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak,
stricken are we.
the salvation for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
taken by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must end.

your passion throbs no more.
how could you fail to believe?
shadows surround us, crying,
we have lost our way.