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la cicatriz con barba

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She sat on his futon where the afternoon sun warmed a patch of plaid fabric.

The foam’s memory rendered it a popular spot.

Where’d you get the posters?

The microwave bleeped – he returned with cheddar-melted tacos.

Picked them up at the university bookstore – cool eh?

The Doors – Maggie McGill is playing on her tablet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edDHYk12rhU

She took another sip of her postmodern float.

Yeah, they’re spatial fugues … repairing blown spaces from war and stuff.

Oh … they’re umm kind of future-scary – who drew them?

This is the CRUNK – I want my crib to be like that!

I see…

General’s wagging tail whacked the taco bowl to the floor

General! Sit you freak.   –   I guess he likes you

He’s friendly, where’d you get the name?

Tune from Dispatch – “The General”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3JjlkfX5Gk

Hey, get this, my uncle’s pal knows this dude who sold one of the smashed up guitars from some show called “The Smothers Brothers”, umm when “The Who” did a gig and blew the set up, can’t remember when, maybe after they shot Kennedy …

Anyway he used to work backstage, got some stupid money for it

Who’s the “Who”?

Yeah, I read something about JFK fooling around on Jackie

Pack ratting destroyed instruments and selling them 100 years later?

Peter Paul & Mary – Blowin in the wind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3t4g_1VoGw4

Guess some guys end up spending piles of cash on broken memories

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March 27, 2012 at 1:42 am

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Indeed it is a …

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Indeed it is a risky dissolution having “philosophy” bill-boarded and back-lit on any-where USA; lavishly exposing its cachet to the dangerous collectivist redaction of analog-minded dis-occupied lumpenry prone to un-scientific knowledge.  

 You don’t expect your prostitute to return change do you? Will the torn metal screen keep out the flies?

 Walk on-by professor, the smiling child’s naïve realism will ask you if memory lasts forever. Get on to it.

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March 10, 2012 at 11:30 pm

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