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fullscale008 @ 2009-12-20T12:49:00

2009-12-20T17:43:01Z

thy sky never collides with the sun, they're always sharing

last quotes of 2k9

2009-12-08T02:13:12Z

"sorry, it's just that my mom maxed out my credit card on e harmony"

fullscale008 @ 2009-12-07T21:01:00

2009-12-08T02:01:38Z

you might want to say strapped for this quick visit.

we were in a Burger King in the bronx, and after ten to fifteen minutes, you thought , i think i might have to go in after him.

i told a crackhead meditating in a urinal, yo bro, so sorry, but i gotta go .

he was in love with the tiles, they were pink and too perfect for the context

he snapped out of it, said sure, you gotta go, all of this with one eye.

when i came out, she said, jesus, you're alive

we got back in the car and crawled thru traffic to Astoria.

the sky was damp and buildings were sad and wet and everybody was happy.

i've got a tumblr blog that's been home since july to a hundred or so decent tangentals. if you want the address, holler. stephenm.kane at gmail.com

swimmie dependent kids vs. just dipping in

2009-08-12T06:51:59Z

the happiness of being
under water
with a nutcase like you

our bodies
like sweet layers of numb blu colour
washed deep to the bone

ABOVE,
the physics of a hot summer moon that
rapidly agrees to wreck all sandcastles left standing

all them small waves flowed from theory to action

a wet slab castle covered with bully water and
the push and pull of empty shells lolling back in the tide
and back onto castle ----- it's a pity party, it's a pile on

----kid, that castles
kinda looks like a half-smile with sandollars on tops

with waves like book cases,
whales woulda turned up too

alongside these washed up lovers
all lobster red from a saturday burn

there's a lil too much celcius here
oh god, looks like them lips turning blue

sandollars, castles, cancer
all these little deaths

as magic hours hang all holy moly in the sky and pass
to ash-black dinasaur sparkle

the happiness of being
under a comet crush
with a nutcase like you

fullscale008 @ 2009-07-23T22:14:00

2009-07-24T03:29:29Z

"let's listen to our heartbeats" in a class fulla autistic kids
and everybody listens

and every incomplete feeling suddenly expires like heat lightning

such a buzzkill - all these games of skill
washed hands, math, manic belief in the alphabet. sponge bob tees till the sun outshines itself. pre-k 2k9 seems like
a slot machine of quick dreams in a young kid's head.

she put his hand on his shoe as if power ranger soles held a pulse too
what it seemed like was said:

all i wanna do is listen to somebody else's rhythm

no more living with cloudy beginnings -

2009-06-20T21:35:56Z

take a breath in the rain and the clouds coast in yr brain

it's like taking a cloudy life and cutting a clear beginning -

one glimpse at this spit of land - lolling beaches and shallow water.

this is what we said:

what i feel is the flux of luv -
the feeling of being underdone -
jesus, boy, there was no preheating

and come low tide, we gleam that

all creation is hot for the circulation -

all my ninjas floorstomping

2009-06-20T06:32:21Z

skip a block off Willow Street
where i left those pills in the summer heat

you are so far and deadly near
it's like an ocean song in my inner ear

saved nine lives of every ladybug on that playground
blow on yr finger and they catch hot winds

but on the blacktop
them lil' kids still wanna stomp em out

fullscale008 @ 2009-06-19T22:57:00

2009-06-20T05:33:48Z

this was the hook:
"you and i in heaven
VIP, no waitin'"

and you so nice you bring the bright right into my life

like the girl with the skeleton kiss,
caught you biting yr lip

she say the gays always smell so great

it ain't an AXE thing
but it might be

it's like checking yr pocket for
a lucky train ticket and some
unchewed gum that's been thru a thunderstorm

fullscale008 @ 2009-06-13T01:52:00

2009-06-13T07:18:17Z

luv&attachment
like a buncha skinny kids
perched in the sky
playing chinese checkers with a glitter board

you make one move
and the world moves with you- a double castle of easy completion -

so much motion - these
words and body memories
are loaded with sparks and strdust- (so talk slowkiddo)

one move and everything is a hot collision of light

you and i
coming back to earth,
a soft landing in the deep grass

and what i really mean is, we give off a lotta heat
never quite knowing where it goes. quick memories
stored like bright teardrops in that lake-like mind

home lies behind the eyelids

fullscale008 @ 2009-06-13T01:32:00

2009-06-13T06:39:28Z

no luck in trying to trace
the geography of the sky

like maps of our
bodies -you
could be the clouds or
the criss cross stars

any constellation, you name it

fullscale008 @ 2009-06-09T00:48:00

2009-06-09T06:26:17Z

happy and unimaginative
she wears that look well

you swallowed a mouthful of senior moments trying to explain the small parts thru a pay phone
chewed six pieces of gum and the grape taste never wore out

got tired trying to find the content and direction of our sun-burned desires

this is the sharp side of karma , paying in full for avoiding linguistic precision

fullscale008 @ 2009-06-09T00:08:00

2009-06-09T05:09:12Z

if life is a dream i'd prefer to wake the fuck up

fullscale008 @ 2009-05-14T22:27:00

2009-05-15T03:39:45Z

When looking back at scrapbooks, I easily come to the notion that anything decent off this dome is by hand and with Carver, Hempel, or Sontag to the right of me. Not straight plagiarism, just flow and the freedom of short sentences. I look at anything internets or easy fingers and it's basically kid-silly lust for rhyme , or lust for fragment. No intentions, just incomplete precessions of something covered in soap suds, tears, and oatmeal. Late Life ChickenPox, or something akin to it.

I wanna get back to writing seriously, writing with images thawed out and then words. Everything sans this :

"There are only three things to be done with a woman," said Clear once. You can love her, sufffer for her, or turn her into literature." Lawrence Durrell, Justine

fullscale008 @ 2009-05-09T00:15:00

2009-05-09T04:28:02Z

walkin around in wet snowgear
yr eyes in diamond white tears
you were only lukewarm sick before
you OD'd on vitamin C

everyone was wearing december thrills and mid year smiles

luv is like an erased name that you playgamed yr stepchild
that kid with the pretty red strawberry jam hair, '
kid got more crayolas than parents

she wants meaning on extended release, like a sky undivided by twilight
no diff between near dark and dead black sky
girl is like that, declaring no line between heaven and here

she yelps yells and yawns at these hope street kids
boys with their white tees stretched to their dumb raw knees
the one lighted on horse tranquilizers, he stands real confident asking
WHERE MY TEE then collapses and talks to an extended adolescence jesus.
and by that, i mean FDNY
homeboys with headgear that seem after-life-esque

fullscale008 @ 2009-05-07T00:05:00

2009-05-07T05:10:08Z

nobody noticed my misty escape.
and i ended up floating like water in the air.
to the glowy ocean side, above the pounding of waves.
thats where you showed up on the foggiest day.

from high above you, i saw your earth framed body wrapped in wool.
the glow surrounds you.
and when you breathed in /// i felt the pull.

fullscale008 @ 2009-05-06T22:47:00

2009-05-07T04:12:07Z

who feels like they've been humming the same song their whole lives

humming the same flow thru different families and sprees of friends

the same flow under exploding sky, the same thrill of catch kids and endless sentences about how we all so similar, yet so on the diff.

ben black, deep in in the district, i know you feel me

i finally ran out of words for everything that was so easy to say

05/08

in may, the mind moves toward love's disorder. she gets panicked in sweat, starts speaking like Stevie Nicks. the body too, its skin baked in layers of brown. one beach day at a time, that's what she said, bronzed and bored with daydream sanity. in a two piece, everything comes in threes - sky, ocean, Evian spray. so tired of the shine between the clouds, all our sun kissed skeletons and dry eyelids move into the waves -

get wet and go under, her hair matted over the eyes. mems like this this move you towards

get wet and give up , but that decision is like laying in the sand dunes - unbelievablly hot, strapped with a first aid kit.

sun exposure, it comes so quick in the desert - from white to red burn, no aloe or anything

missing you, its like frostbite on the first night in february - somebodys gonna be sleeping on the streets, straight under the clouds

these seasons are passing like the 99' sands - etched out by angry water, still pretty but on their way outs, into the lilac sea

"Body am I, and soul"–so says the child. And why should one not speak like children?

2009-04-30T01:39:41Z

the worst part about teaching is trying to yell - i got real problems raising my voice, asserting some serious authority. someone's usually gotta do something legitimately abberant to warrant me getting Mr. T on a youngin'.

but an even worse part is when i do, they kinda think i'm playing around. it's moments like this when i wonder how i'll ever like Be A Man that can ante up. And now that there's cameras in every corner, you can't even put an arm on a kid's shoulder. A Panopticon brings out the gentle pssy in almost anybody.

I'm having trouble interpreting the violence of socialization. The movement from Simply Kindred at 3-5, to completely competitive and wrecked at seven. Thus, I've always thought Freud's most legitimate point was that to mantain happiness at an older age, we have to retain an element of "play" from our youth. A certain cheerfullness, a knack for fucking around and feeling free, in short, not feeling everything too deeply, but still whyling out in a subtle way, like hermit crabs on a home voyage back into the tide

an hour and all ourselves

2009-04-22T17:47:27Z

the intimacies of spring :

one wineglass
blow some breath
and it all comes brimming up

yr swimsuit and pool and dry eyelids
are intensley ---- Light!

"you, you again, sounding like the
endless frenchman"

we carry faced emotions, splash happiness
opened up like
the sealskin of watermelons

fullscale008 @ 2009-04-20T21:55:00

2009-04-21T03:01:14Z

"Yr a ten out of ten"

and you, Yr a white diamond"

traced across the chest.

"""and the siren come calling
in the night
till the light.
help you dress yourself up fancy
bathe you when you get sore
i'll be good, i think i could be all you would want and more and more.
be proud when you dazzle the wondrous
glitter your eyes for the town
tell every last boy that you're my man
try not to let you down.""

some Dasein on the reals

2009-04-19T17:11:02Z

Still haven't slept since last night. Went from quiet and collected to hot wired like an Indie500 hybrid

haven't been this hyped since 05? everything about this girl is akin to alex except ethnicity. i'm like lipless and have this strange feeling that time and feeling are overlapping, and never ever thought that could happen. never thought that rushing feeling could re-enter lyfe, and to tell the truths, am a lil scared it can.

fullscale008 @ 2009-04-17T08:14:00

2009-04-17T13:22:17Z

i came out of this six feet under episode feeling inspired, the way they all seemed in place holding hands, like the way we humans should be. and when i looked at her face in bed, she looked different, she looked beautiful in a way i couldn't place. someone called me a pink faggot at the third avenue stop at six am, i smiled and even thought of popping the collar. at penn, two street corner kids : "hey big man, can we talks to you for a second." the language is thick, your egos is stroked thinking, "ah yes, skinny transformed." i threw em a few quarters, the a.m. was just that right

i didn't mean to lie thursday night, i just wanted to see her in tip top shape, un-drunk, put together. and i forgot how these lil' lies are bigger than what they seem. one can tell the truth and still be cool - in five months, three white lies. nothing to get skied over, but still

so speshal, hopesheknows it

fullscale008 @ 2009-04-13T19:22:00

2009-04-14T00:43:23Z

it was january. 23 but the general feeling was

seventween and oh so free.

there was sawdust on the ground, a long-dead heater just hanging around, all of her was leaning
against that pretty-dead heater. you never trust a dead-heater, when you was sevens, it would just light up like chinese new year while you were azn-watching from the window. back in brooks, before recessions, they carried brooms back then, brooms and double-bags of quarter water cans on the bag. if they had a stolen pathmark kart, they could pack six in, and that would be moneybag mondays. you could buy six turtles, seven sans animal food. momentary creature buddies, those lil' ones scatter around for a day, overheating in the sunlight and then fading out under hunger. the last one was named cliff-hanger, he vanished into sunset park, probably under tire marks.

but back to being free,
the heater never turned on, but she thought she was pregs. or about to be pregs. duane reed was the destination, the morning after diet death. y'all had visions of yr lil child under water or doggy-paddling. the heater was tagged with SHARKS and this gave you extra visions. of the living and the not living. of the jaws and the teenie white teeth that bring em under.

notes on the trump skyline & wendy's dinner:

"i think his skyskraper stalled"
"dude should die in a fire"
"what kind of fyyre"
"any kind , really"

&

"i wanna move to hoboken, he'd rather die"

&
"Death aint no Bro"

&"if you asked her to marry, and the pre-requisite was you out a window, i'd say, well i'd say, that's a white wedding dead on arrival"

-------------------keep loving

fullscale008 @ 2009-04-12T22:13:00

2009-04-13T03:24:05Z

my cousins are either going to be brilliant or brilliantly fucked. they gots this aggression and wit and all out wrestlemania style that keeps my jaw de-tached for hours at a time. "remember how you told me how to dance with girls, how to get behind them and liiiiike" they still have a running wine count on every body in a room.

this bats for lashes album is breaking me up. it's bad to be this good - this girl sounds like everything beautiful wrapped into a haymaker of emocion. it's giving me black eyes.
i don't work with internal words much to describe these kinda things.

danger danger, i'm splitting for connecticut. even saying that sounds like a joke, but for real, probably just gonna knit and fuck till the ceiling falls thru. hopefully there'll be a sky behind it.

strange on the beige

2009-04-12T18:06:18Z

there are those danger danger girls that dissappear off the streets. yr in light love, skipping off the low glow clouds. her laughs seems to alleviate all anxiety. all of a sudden, she gone, like dustin hoffman gone. you wake with yr arms on her ankles.

fullscale008 @ 2009-04-11T13:37:00

2009-04-11T18:40:11Z

Coca-Cola at the inkwell. good friends don't spare words, they just say the shit that cuts your lungs, leaves you without words. without words, that feels about half-right.