tag:nostatic.com,2008:/blog//3 2008-11-19T17:10:15Z blogging the analog soul of a digital world... Movable Type Publishing Platform 4.01 tag:nostatic.com,2008:/blog//3.2340 2008-11-19T17:09:55Z 2008-11-19T17:10:15Z

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do you think i can float i look good in this black coat...

do you think i can float i look good in this black coat hanging around and just hanging on video village goes silent streaking the pink and the blue and a goatee that comes and goes just a question if you can float dust off that long black coat smoke hangs low for your test closing the coroner’s inquest when did that chance pass by to make it all right instead I sit and craft random cuts of nonsense do you think you will float I look good in a black coat tag:nostatic.com,2008:/blog//3.2337 2008-11-19T06:17:06Z 2008-11-19T06:18:05Z

a brown stocking cap pulled down a strong gray rain failing down never enough time to bring a dream gently to a safe harbor...

a brown stocking cap pulled down a strong gray rain failing down never enough time to bring a dream gently to a safe harbor i’m sensing a storm that has been brewing from a slow drip to a steady stream infused with a helical twist i’m seeing both sides now he’s certainly no stranger to pain if only there was another place to put it instead it seeps out in a broadcast trying to stay clear of interference i always wished i could realize that indelible image that exists inside and show him a graceful way to move through this fractured life expectations from a blackboard falling down with a heady pace in another time I’d climb that hill and unlock that gold glass door tag:nostatic.com,2008:/blog//3.2339 2008-11-18T06:42:13Z 2008-11-19T06:45:46Z

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sitting in a blue flaky tube wondering if the peels are talking about something i should know about...

sitting in a blue flaky tube wondering if the peels are talking about something i should know about a dirty mercenary sings while Luke mugs on screen listening to the conversation canceling noise and meaning i'm clear in my mind steering my kindness wishing for stinging obsession naked and alive in my bed a toe dipping into my head needing a second pair of shades pushing back the innocence lost faults in all and seething still that familiar ache wearing thin unable to feel the skin trying to hard to touch the singing obsession lit by candles i'm keeping it to myself Luke still struggles with two a suburban dream stigmata aside my patience on needles and pins spinning around to catch a glimpse of that sad parade of players serenading an empty table the tenor stumbles endless summer going down fires burning hazy streaks into a lazy sideways my darling daydream harmonics hanging like notes sliding just below perfect pitch nobody cares i don't hear him any more letting my battles slide watching Luke try to touch a blue wall whatever, amen keep on talking hearing the party late burning up midnight oil sagging mattress swallows a sitting duck how many nights can you go without sleep? fumbling around and rolling over and cover with the little blonde around the corner swinging for the fences but the director can't save the second act an original sin he's taking pictures i'm seeing my reflection neither are pretty stay away from the sauna it'll leave you less that you started with never outside this state of confusion can't remember who gets the bill living five minutes at a time means the clock does a lot of work steering clear of the dusted neighbors we brew our own concoctions beautiful plumes drawing back making sure it's red before you push it down a hazy couch is sweet relief i've seen that iron pot before a little water in the bottom to keep from sticking back to the obsession thing no way to sustain and why does misery connect pop, smoke, stay down i've been hit a window seat in an aisle world the system of the doctor a frequent flier hell just what you need to make you feel better looking outside trying to change the weather increase the temperature to a balmy 42 wind at my tail see your pink disk show down the slowdown quick cuts trickle down fast stabbing glass and gamma rays burn a hole in the collective fueling my sleeper cell where do we go from here where do i go from here i don't want to hear that song again and long for the obsession just because i said it doesn't make it right getting up in the middle on the night watching the round and round for the fiftieth time heading north like a fragrant bird bouncing lively and stiffening to another southern breeze twang and then it's gone roll off the tele saint theresa once sang about florida or some such nonsense i lost track of who's on the corner making money and full of trash bold as the hollow lights higher than the king higher than jesus makes you feel like it at least nobody ever saw you the way i do or maybe i just missed the signs clouded by a sour act of contrition and double crossed at the junction tag:nostatic.com,2008:/blog//3.2333 2008-11-17T01:19:51Z 2008-11-17T01:20:13Z

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And so the weekend begins. Well, not really, first on location in the dust storm (poor cameras and hard drives), then the gnawing fits of worry because the rough cut isn't anywhere near cut. Or even rough. Hrm......

And so the weekend begins. Well, not really, first on location in the dust storm (poor cameras and hard drives), then the gnawing fits of worry because the rough cut isn't anywhere near cut. Or even rough. Hrm... tag:nostatic.com,2008:/blog//3.2332 2008-11-14T02:24:02Z 2008-11-14T02:25:07Z

One can't really begin editing until one cleans up their hard drive. Well, actually it goes beyond just procrastination...in this case I didn't have enough room to make anything. Something about the 50+ gigs of photos and other stuff. Time...

One can't really begin editing until one cleans up their hard drive. Well, actually it goes beyond just procrastination...in this case I didn't have enough room to make anything. Something about the 50+ gigs of photos and other stuff. Time to backup, cleanup and get to it... tag:nostatic.com,2008:/blog//3.2331 2008-11-13T07:11:17Z 2008-11-14T02:25:45Z

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Monday off to a bang. Or a whimper depending on how you describe it. Seems that the meetings never end, and the phone keeps ringing. Maybe I'm overcommitted......

Monday off to a bang. Or a whimper depending on how you describe it. Seems that the meetings never end, and the phone keeps ringing. Maybe I'm overcommitted... tag:nostatic.com,2008:/blog//3.2328 2008-11-10T07:50:29Z 2008-11-12T02:51:03Z

just say no...

just say no tag:nostatic.com,2008:/blog//3.2327 2008-11-09T07:59:39Z 2008-11-10T00:17:17Z

Not Italy, but rather LA, b-day party, cold west wind, fast lens....

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