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the day george romero met boom boom gecko

THE DAY GEORGE ROMERO MET BOOM BOOM GECKO

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It was a normal day Like any other Knee deep in chaos And calls from his mother George Romero had just flown back A big game hunter who’d gone off-track With a reputation of some renown He caught a taxi...
together again

TOGETHER AGAIN

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I used to be Kit Carson But I lost my way So I changed my name To Danny Kaye And uprooted myself To Hollywood Where the people Were socially minded and good I bought a nice house With a swimming pool And sent...
you looked at me

YOU LOOKED AT ME

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There was a window In the chaos When you looked at me Confirming my existence And it all seemed right Across a semi-crowded room Of nothingness And recycled opinions Based upon acceptable misinformation And yet I saw something real And in that brief...
the loss of things

THE LOSS OF THINGS

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The man came home to find that a water leak has soaked many of his things. He got that jolting feeling one gets when you think you’ve walked into a nightmare but instantly realize...
zilch

ZILCH

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I have only a limited amount of time left to inhabit this body. But I will go on. Like we all do. As a speck of dust floating in the universe. Free, untroubled, and...
the meaning of success.

THE MEANING OF SUCCESS.

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The word success is almost impossible to define, as it means something different to just about everyone. It’s much too large than a single word can contain,  because it’s a concept. A floating concept...
the man in question

THE MAN IN QUESTION

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I looked into the man’s face. It was etched with suffering. He had no doubt fallen many times in his battles with Life. It looked to me like the greatest pain had not come...
hope, love & life

HOPE, LOVE & LIFE

As long as there’s hope We can still see the light It’s shinin’ there In the darkest of night As long as there’s hope As long as there’s hope We’ll be fine As long as there’s love We got nothin’ to fear In...
the new virus speak.

THE NEW VIRUS SPEAK.

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Now is the hour of our incontinence made glory-holed by sons of Michael Yorke. “Bark” the Hells Angels sing. It is a Far East bitter thing I do now than I have ever dung....
from the new underground

FROM THE NEW UNDERGROUND

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The emptiness of night followed me through a maze of situations that could’ve only been conceived by a drunk.  There were rivers of regret that sprang from my life. But they were not things one...