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November 10, 2009

RIPA

Yeah, we’re fucked.  Our civil liberties, if ever we had any, are on the verge of being stripped right from underneath our noses. The Home Office is hell bent on pushing a piece of legislation through that will allow 653 governmental offices to have access to every phone call, text...

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November 5, 2009

stay tuned for claylowe 2.0

I have existed from the morning of the world, and I shall exist until the last star falls from the heavens.  Although I have taken the form of Clay Lowe, I am all men, as I am no man – and so, I am a God. – Clay Lowe 2.0...

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October 21, 2009

how do i love thee?

From a poet to her Internet lover: How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways. I’ll get my husband to eat horny goat weed and promise him sex in the woods.  Once there, I’ll slash his throat and stab him in the chest.  Then we can run away...

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September 28, 2009

do you think that’s air you’re breathing?

My wife thinks I’m crazy. My friends shake their heads in bewilderment. Even the cats look at me funny. Why? Because I get up in the morning between 4:00 – 4:30am each day apart from the weekends when I generally get up between 5:30 – 6:00am. Getting up at such...

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September 13, 2009

what the internet knows about you

We all love the Internet.  Find out what the Internet knows about you.  And if you’re feeling a bit voyeuristic, try typing this URL in your friends, coworkers, or enemies computer: http://www.whattheinternetknowsaboutyou.com/

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September 9, 2009

things that make you go hmmm

Marc and Angel of Hack Life fame, have created a new website called Makes Me Think.  If you are looking for a change in perspective about life, it’s worth a visit.  Most of the entries, a sampling of which I’ve included below, really make you go hmmm. “Today, at my...

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July 31, 2009

desire

Her breasts bounce in step with each step on the step master they bounce, Like over-filled water balloons on a string, they bounce. Sweat drips slowly between her crevasse We lick our lips like on a hot summer day, standing before a merchant’s stall of freshly cut water melons, full...

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July 30, 2009

two live wires

It isn’t nice to be naked. Two live wires, hot, exposed, to dangerous to touch together under the night sky. Dark, unyielding, no moon to light the way toward salvation and bliss. A kiss delivered on velvet lips awaiting the morning dew to deliver parched lips from a thousand nights...

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July 29, 2009

on keeping a journal

Thomas Moreton said that there was no point in keeping a journal if your life didn’t change significantly each day. Well trying to write this journal daily highlights the fact that on a day to day basis my life is pretty much the same or maybe I am just not...

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July 29, 2009

bleed

you opened my vein this morning and my soul poured out; now I can’t stop the bleeding.

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July 21, 2009

in search of peace

III.  in search of peace I searched for peace but could not find her on the troubled city streets I climbed a mountain seeking peace in the clouds, but saw only gun-smoke rising from heated barrels I listened by a babbling brook for peace’s soothing song, but heard only the...

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June 26, 2009

endless

sometimes i feel like the endless cacophony of her words are crushing me sometimes i fell like the endless silence of her cold shoulder is deafening me

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May 25, 2009

my salvation

one day i took beauty in my arms; she had perdition on her breath and her touch was salvation so i assaulted her.

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April 13, 2009

follow your own muse

i am tired of  being a prisoner shackled by time, held in place by fear, brainwashed to believe the should’s and should not’s while my inner self screams be true to yourself fight the good fight and the universe will reward you if you follow your own muse

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April 5, 2009

walk for water haikus

cotton ball clouds float panorama patches blues green fields spring anew african people to drink still muddy water walk four miles a day bare tree alone stands spring time leaves no fruit to bare roots dug deep in time

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April 4, 2009

blank pages

blank  pages opened shuffled like cards aces and deuces wild shall i fill them up like joanna beneath the stars leaned back against the monkey bars of our youth? how she tasted sweet then, her pages easy to fill the thrill of a first kiss more mysteries revealed blank pages...

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April 2, 2009

dark eyes

i want to know the story written in her sad, dark eyes i wonder why she cries at night, her sad, dark eyes never smile, but captivate, trance like pleading, needing sad, dark eyes i want to know the pain they hide and hold the softest touch the tilted chin...

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March 1, 2009

saxophone

Got my Lucky Strikes and Jesus doll Pinup girl in yellow shorts pouts love Through lips red as the dawn sky on The fourth of July, I’m ready to roll Cowboy hat no Texan to stand Jack Daniels and Coke drank separate like a man, I hitch a ride south...

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