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                <title>three things</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:06:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ fine here<br />
i'm so bored<br />
<br />
one is for me<br />
one is for you<br />
and the other is for special reasoning with seasoning<br />
<br />
yar, have some fun<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>phase relief</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 18:53:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There's something very soothing in rotoscope... sure, it can be tedious, somewhat of an easy way out in terms of creating animations that look nice.  It's been sort of meditative, gives me time to think and inspires me to go above and beyond the limitations that present themselves whilst working...  I know a lot of phases plague our lives, winter sorrow to twitterpated springs and so on.  I think those sort of thoughts and actions are important for us; they build us up into something more meaningful.<br />
<br />
so yeah, I spent eight hours tracing video to make an animation, and after doing just a dozen or so frames, I felt a little bit of confidence seep into my being.  It looked cool, to say the least, nothing special of course, but nonetheless neat.  So I'll keep myself at it, as long as I keep this mindset going, if only to build my confidence up a bit more.<br />
<br />
This has been my phase thus far.  I sense a lot of good things happening, a lot of good people gaining happiness, I hope for better days for those that disagree, my friends, my heart goes out to all.<br />
<br />
I also feel that my slump is ending, not that i've been dpressed or anything, I just don't feel like I'm in the right space.  I've risen up and swam across my ocean of sadness, now it's time to find my own space, so I can turn the music up and paint and dry off.<br />
<br />
and if you've read this far, thanks for listening, it means a lot to me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2006 01:16:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ try trading your worm's eye view<br />
for a bird's eye view<br />
another dream<br />
of contrary<br />
<br />
this follows the pattern<br />
<br />
slow down before you break down<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>whr i end nd i bgin</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2006 06:46:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The status of Weedpipe is dabatable.  I mean, does Weedpipe sound professional?<br />
Maybe as a gimmick for a campy jamband; which is funny because I've always joked<br />
about starting a space-rock band...  that aside, it is not my goal as an artist to sell 'trippy' looking<br />
items that swell your retinas; I do in fact smoke, but it is not a crutch in which I lean my life's work upon.  I guess what I mean to say is that it isn't funny to me anymore.  Better that it be my deviantART tag and not my said awsum space-rock band... you get the picture.<br />
<br />
I'd take a poll, but i'm neither savvy nor poll-worthy.  I am though, in need of a little guidance.  I'd tell myself to stick with it if it weren't for the current phase and shift of current being.  Wiszus is a remarkable name to live by if you ask me.  Let alone being the best damn Alan I can live up to.  Fuck.  All those deviations and only one DD, and I don't even know if anyone's bought a print.  Would you buy a print from Weedpipe?  I know I would... but shit, people buy Billibong just because it says bong, it's almost the same thing.... almost...<br />
<br />
Shit.  I want to use DA for the vehicle that it is and not look like such a douchebag.  I feel like I'm standing in the middle of Tokyo with a mullet.<br />
<br />
I could stick with this Weedpipe thing...<br />
<br />
or a get a haircut.<br />
<br />
Shit.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>outer space</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Sep 2006 16:13:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[  ]]></description>
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                <title>so on and so on</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Sep 2006 00:54:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ blah blahb albhlahbla ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>...and then I woke up.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 12:04:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had a dream last night<br />
I was stuck on a train<br />
alone, permanent nightfall<br />
speeding along watching these monsters<br />
colossi amongst the horizons<br />
the click and klack of the rails and wheels<br />
the thunder under each step<br />
<br />
No one was outside<br />
no one felt alive<br />
<br />
The train stopped<br />
dogs pawed and scraped the windows<br />
looking only at me<br />
each step got louder<br />
then louder<br />
then louder<br />
then a great shadow cast over view ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>...and then I woke up.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 12:04:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had a dream last night<br />
I was stuck on a train<br />
alone, permanent nightfall<br />
speeding along watching these monsters<br />
colossi amongst the horizons<br />
the click and klack of the rails and wheels<br />
the thunder under each step<br />
<br />
No one was outside<br />
no one felt alive<br />
<br />
The train stopped<br />
dogs pawed and scraped the windows<br />
looking only at me<br />
each step got louder<br />
then louder<br />
then louder<br />
then a great shadow cast over view ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>Shtorpa Hereagh!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2006 23:49:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this is update week.<br />
see...<br />
I've dwindled down to this routine,<br />
yes, i love you all<br />
yesyes, it's genuine,<br />
but the more i muster about<br />
i struggle with my doubts.<br />
it's so fucking silly i KNOW,<br />
but what must becomes my rust.<br />
i love you all.<br />
<br />
again<br />
<br />
this is update week,<br />
updates in MyMusic <a href="http://www.myspace.com/333nightmareclub">here</a> like friday or something...<br />
<br />
poetry and such on sadday<br />
art and shtuff um... nowday<br />
anything else... someday<br />
<br />
WizQuiz hugs the planet ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2006 00:03:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've posted some new tracks on myspace music for you all to check out.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/333nightmareclub">Click it up!</a><br />
<br />
I hope some of you like it. ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>How to be Honest</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2006 00:47:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today I realized a part of me is just like my father.  My father has a temper, a temper that when ignited... makes absolutely no sense. I spazzed out last night and it scared me.  Makes me feel selfish.  Makes me feel ashamed.  So I'm taking this as a sign to just invert myself and dipolarize this well-too familiar trait OUT of my fucking head, like black smog out of my heart.<br />
<br />
I don't know why it turned out as it did.  I don't know what sparked it, but when I came to it, and agknowledged it's presense over me everything was different, I was different.  I feel so stupid, like I could've hurt someone or done something I'd regret, and yes, better to have caught hold of this now than to fuck it up more later... but I wouldn't want that to be a part of me again...<br />
<br />
I'm through with comparing...<br />
I'm through with living in three directions...<br />
I will do this.<br />
<br />
I'm going to move away soon.  Away from home, what I know.  Where there's still some quiet and mystery left in this country. ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>zone out</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 19 May 2006 09:19:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ close your eyes<br />
zone out<br />
<br />
i do not<br />
hope that this<br />
what it is<br />
i don't want<br />
full of holes<br />
check your pulse<br />
blink your eyes<br />
hold your breathe<br />
two for none<br />
<br />
i have no idea what i am talking about<br />
<br />
i try to respond and can't <br />
get out<br />
<br />
there's a light put out for you<br />
the lights gone out for me<br />
you can follow the light till dawn<br />
you can follow the light to me<br />
<br />
all our eyes around our face<br />
out for everybody else to see<br />
<br />
---------------<br />
<br />
slow roasting shown<br />
side glancers golden<br />
<br />
get in your tongue <br />
get in your tongue<br />
<br />
let's dance for the young<br />
<br />
--------------<br />
<br />
we use to be al right<br />
what happened<br />
ect. ect.<br />
<br />
-----------------<br />
<br />
fetch for whatever<br />
<br />
----------<br />
<br />
fifty stamps<br />
then the ship rots ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>art is stupid</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 May 2006 17:29:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i hate you red blue and yellow<br />
you too orange purple and green<br />
you all suck  <br />
you're all the same<br />
you whores of colours  <br />
everyone touches you <br />
or fucks you with their eyes...<br />
<br />
sigh...<br />
i just read Stranger than Fiction by chuck<br />
and now everything is stupid<br />
<br />
<br />
-----x ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>dream</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 May 2006 02:17:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ was walking through the forest<br />
walked for miles<br />
laid down to rest<br />
found a skull on the ground<br />
it spoke<br />
told me it was me<br />
and we sat<br />
and wondered why we were there ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>Is It Earth Day?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Apr 2006 21:31:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ No it isn't.<br />
It's the happiest fucking day of the year.<br />
<br />
says me. ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>333 Productions</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 23:14:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You are<br />
&<br />
I am.<br />
<br />
the more i wait<br />
the dream gambler comes to test me<br />
i am red and shunned<br />
i am a face in the sun<br />
i am slate and dust<br />
and amongst these colors late<br />
these colors run.<br />
<br />
----<br />
<br />
I am starting a production company.  It's main theme is dreams and it's storytelling.  I love human behavior and the act of sharing.  I love style and abstractions and contraversy and mysticism.  I am both good and evil.  I want to lead.<br />
<br />
This is the most significant change of my entire life. <br />
<br />
Will you share a dreams with me?<br />
<br />
wzquiz ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>prints account....</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2006 14:39:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm having trouble with my prints account.  seems that every time I submit something, the aspect ratio is off and it suggests a few others.  thus, i take heed their suggestions and still it says that it can't take it.  wtf do I do to fix this?  i a frustrated... ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Mar 2006 18:13:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i have the internet again<br />
i mean, permanently so2speak<br />
so i can update more abstractions n such<br />
i'll let you know<br />
just let me know<br />
k? ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>musica</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 Mar 2006 11:44:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.myspace.com/333nightmareclub">Clicky</a> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>in the rain</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 14:09:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 2/3's of my roomates are greasy slimy minded fiends, frozen and fixed, stuck and given up on.  those perfect procrasts' - silent treatments - lazyboners.  thus far they have ruined my plans and I am fully ditching them to set-up a better "getmyselfbackonmyfeet" situation to refuel these depleted karma sacs. ditched!  <br />
<br />
thanksfor taking me in<br />
thanksfor being dicks<br />
<br />
gotohell<br />
<br />
things will change, i'll have the internet again<br />
and we shall sail, stare into the moon, and open our mouths in the rain ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>afternoon swimming the skies</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2006 06:12:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ running<br />
mid day<br />
the field behind the old elementry school<br />
the creek amidst the woods<br />
the bridge made of steel<br />
hot air balloons start spitting their flames<br />
one by one<br />
nothing in flight but just<br />
pockets of heat bending the light<br />
i can see Laure waving me closer<br />
telling me "closer" "over here"<br />
<br />
i climb in just as it leaves the ground<br />
all leave the ground<br />
slowly climbing<br />
air cooling down<br />
the warping temperatures above<br />
tell me this is real<br />
she smiles as she twists<br />
and points towards the horizon<br />
closes her blue/green-ying/yang eye<br />
<br />
we are surrounded by a swarm of jellyfish<br />
closely packed<br />
but strategically untouched<br />
as we all migrate<br />
in the lush motion<br />
of lift and breathe and air<br />
<br />
she grabs hold of my hand<br />
we sing until our lips crack<br />
we kiss the moisture back<br />
misty violin stringing along<br />
i'll cut the bags<br />
so we never fall ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>MySpace Try #2</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2006 01:22:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just click one for either of the myspace accounts. one is for me and one is for music.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/dangercloud">Danger Cloud</a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/333nightmareclub">333 Nightmare Club</a><br />
<br />
<b>Even if I barely know you it'd be happytime.</b><br />
<br />
WizQuiz ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>MySpace</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 00:51:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm re-establishing myself in the art world.  I'm updating my fickle little prints account.  I'm working like mad.  thus, i've created a myspace account to help me... what's it called.... "network" myself out there.  though i dig the deviantart art scene, i only hear myspace on television so maybe that'll help.  and not everybody has this shit anywho...<br />
<br />
so please, if you're more interested in my whereabouts or what i'm up to personally, make me a friend and i'll friend you up too.  I was recently commissioned to write music for a stage play and am also conceptually designing for them.  Aside from my own daily rituals, i'm working pretty hard and have been pretty smug around my friends.  i don't like that about myself and hopefully all of this will sort of clear the air around my personal bubble.<br />
<br />
if not, well i don't know.<br />
<br />
look me up either by email----    killwiszus@hotmail.com<br />
          by name ---  Danger Cloud or Alan Wiszus<br />
<br />
thanks and hopefully i'll see some of you there.<br />
<br />
thanks ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>Dreams to Deja Vu</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2006 10:27:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ----rants on papr<br />
<br />
*page 26<br />
<br />
give it life<br />
and act like<br />
time is at a standstill<br />
you lonely?<br />
afraid?<br />
Hold/Touch/Flow<br />
the Fated Feelings...<br />
<br />
*page 73<br />
<br />
over the lake<br />
sprinkled sunny shapes<br />
can't look at the water<br />
eyes are forced to fake<br />
flip the image<br />
<br />
*page 55<br />
<br />
my body is a weapon<br />
my body is a tool<br />
it is a work of art<br />
it disappears and reappears<br />
my mind is also these things<br />
THE POWER OF MANIFESTATIONS<br />
WILLS BEYOND THE GRAVE<br />
one part of me<br />
every part of you<br />
nothing<br />
<br />
*page 19<br />
<br />
motion capturer<br />
record this for the future<br />
this won't make much sense soon<br />
The Muscle Memory is History in Humans<br />
motion capturer?<br />
you not watching<br />
<br />
*inside cover<br />
<br />
The Recircling<br />
of multiple tangents<br />
Connections into<br />
Seeking and Sifting<br />
Memory and Past<br />
Life Flashes Eyes<br />
Dreams to Deja Vu ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>star-seed</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 22:46:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a project to manifest<br />
a time to digest<br />
thoughts/situations/silence<br />
i'm giving it all up for this<br />
and on and on and on<br />
we are made of stars<br />
hot coals to the winds<br />
it's ours baby<br />
you guide<br />
<br />
......<br />
<br />
we are working<br />
though<br />
i might need to change my name<br />
<br />
......<br />
<br />
thanks yous ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>sleeping wind</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2005 14:56:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ at first <br />
the things we expect<br />
I don't hear again<br />
then she's eating our minds<br />
biggest fair<br />
or failure<br />
I hear that we wash it<br />
before we begin<br />
shut down by pestering needers<br />
let's smoke them ourselves<br />
requiring music<br />
to run through rings<br />
these are your words<br />
imaginary things<br />
where does your rational begin<br />
once deep roots<br />
medicine nights<br />
now burn by<br />
rock and roll blights<br />
hands so close<br />
to shattering you<br />
why don't you let go<br />
<br />
but now that isn't you<br />
<br />
(faces lined up against the wall...<br />
   ...the same seed that use to break my heart.)<br />
<br />
------------------<br />
<br />
blood inside and stale sense<br />
I ran to keep going / from exploding<br />
I had to run / the end is near<br />
are you an angel / or are you aware<br />
millions of people<br />
struggling nowhere<br />
should I circle into a square<br />
strung forward<br />
just like a spazz<br />
start feeling how insane I am<br />
<br />
would i ever return ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>to Xecica</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2005 18:52:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ such pretty comments from your thoughts. <br />
 i feel like i don't know where i am half the time, <br />
or <br />
i spend too much time trying to remember my dreams... <br />
if that helps <br />
or disconnects<br />
i cannot tell you...<br />
being strong develops with weaknesses<br />
reoccuring thinking patterns<br />
and helpless disappointments...<br />
though <br />
from time to time<br />
i see a pastel smile<br />
along with the critical banter.<br />
<br />
sing me a song.<br />
<br />
wiszy... ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 20:08:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Friends and visitors.  This has been an awkward time for me.  I've broken free from the broken home and am now preparing to taste the world.  I'm so fucking thankful to all of those still visiting and commenting and making me their friend.  Nowhere else have a experienced such comfort in terms of sharing and letting one's self go.  Once I've found my place, I'll be sure visit your pages and let you know what I think.<br />
<br />
Please be good to one another.<br />
<br />
Thanks.<br />
<br />
Wiszy<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>inventor of the center</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2005 01:01:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Blankets<br />
scheme<br />
millions of dollars on a cherry trite chew<br />
all for the moment<br />
all for you<br />
baby   you can sound<br />
as serious as nothing    <br />
that we all hope to attain<br />
all i see is dyslexia<br />
(opening your pain)<br />
spasms on top of orgasms<br />
all your curdled muddled dreams<br />
<br />
fuck to understand<br />
<br />
i can get excited for it<br />
fight for it<br />
hold it<br />
wait for it to center<br />
<br />
and the sun is shining<br />
<br />
clusters of whole notes with bridges<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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          <item>
                <title>this</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 21:44:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This mellifluous mood<br />
and the rising tide<br />
of familial love.<br />
We are moved.<br />
We must split.<br />
If we do not split<br />
we'll drop dead.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>grownups are just deformed children</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2005 02:08:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a fish doesn't what the ocean is<br />
it doesn't know it's swimming<br />
it's just chillin'<br />
happy little fish in the water<br />
saying hi<br />
eating stuff<br />
well<br />
one day<br />
a great hand <br />
came down from above<br />
and plucked up one little fish<br />
this fish didn't know what was going on<br />
it stopped breathing<br />
saw odd things<br />
heard strange sounds<br />
shit was fucking crazy<br />
after a while<br />
the great hand <br />
let go the frightened fish<br />
back into the water<br />
<br />
it wasn't until then<br />
that the fish knew what<br />
the ocean really was<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>Zing</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2005 03:51:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ big fat happy yellow alley transition<br />
<br />
things are beyond my control thus far<br />
getting thorny and impossible to  tolerate.<br />
the mass transit mental highway<br />
will experience delays<br />
for the next however-many segments of  time.<br />
you'll see nothing<br />
where there once was nothing<br />
but still<br />
you'll feel like something was there.<br />
<br />
little storm clouds<br />
little tornados<br />
little bic pen scribbles hovering above  my head<br />
imagine if we could see them<br />
then you'd know not to mess with me<br />
but still<br />
you could change my mind...<br />
<br />
sometimes i know i never make any sense<br />
and i sit here<br />
night after night<br />
thinking of ways to justify myself to  you's<br />
but now<br />
i don't care<br />
you get what you get<br />
<br />
there are so many artists here i  respect<br />
some i wish i knew in real life<br />
others can drop dead<br />
we all do stuff and are happy and  filled with sadness<br />
we are all complex machines with  trillions of cells that runs quietly  and functions constantly<br />
we are all idiot kings who have jobs<br />
we were once demons and angels<br />
but are now human water sacs<br />
<br />
there will be no more<br />
and much more<br />
and then...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>Hydrated</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2005 02:08:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ when a decision is made<br />
reality blends closer to mind<br />
we get along<br />
they get along<br />
books are easier to read<br />
songs have more in the background <br />
dreams give chills<br />
and nearly come true<br />
old men<br />
inside the mind of child<br />
old child<br />
turns the tides of time<br />
<br />
makers of cigarettes<br />
rockers<br />
lonely souls<br />
<br />
we'll find our home<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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          <item>
                <title>e x i s t n c e</title>
                <link>http://Weedpipe.deviantart.com/journal/5200329/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2005 02:11:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ " i f   i t   w r n ' t   f o r   e x s  i s t n c <br />
i ' d   b e  d o i n g   s m e th n g    e l s e   r i g h tt   n o w . "<br /><br />remember what he said?<br />
osho or steve<br />
finger pointing to the heart<br />
the fight against existence<br />
<br />
your driving<br />
and the person next to you is<br />
racing twards redlights<br />
he is going nowhere<br />
<br />
pacing yourself<br />
you look ahead<br />
you see a little<br />
of what's to come<br />
<br />
you'll find your way ?<br /><br />" e x i ss t n c e ?   i t   i s   a    m t h e r   f u c k r . "<br />
<br />
true story. ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>sittin in my chair</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 16:50:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ riding all around the street<br />
four o'clock and<br />
they're all asleep<br />
i'm not tired<br />
i'm just so late<br />
moving fast<br />
everything looks great<br />
<br />
-<br />
<br />
sittin in my chair here thinkin<br />
thinkin of the crowd i've been with<br />
thinkin of the music i make<br />
and all the things i don't wana give<br />
<br />
well i take everything i want<br />
the girls are fighting for me<br />
but everytime that i take one<br />
they end up pushin poor on me<br />
<br />
well this is my life of sadness<br />
this is the life i live<br />
this is my life of gladness<br />
this is the life i live<br />
<br />
last week i went through the graveyard<br />
my truck was killed by a car<br />
feel the beat<br />
the beat is starting<br />
he's dead<br />
but the thrills were still on<br />
<br />
some day you play redemption<br />
the public was very loud<br />
but i feel for a sure thing<br />
for we smoked ourselves again<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>these</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2005 23:04:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ these, for all the suffering these;  and, though a hospital theythey are  mortal, and run they are! and so am I<br />
they came. Hours<br />
they carriedthey chucked me over them  they clungthey do, John."they gave  orders, groaned overthey get into their  teens. <br />
they might. It they oftenthey sang; the  few silentthey say, good bye; for they  seen it. A momentarythey shut, and gave  them <br />
they walked, or stood before they were  "full of affection, they were but the  waves they wish; for the patient they  wouldn't, I'll confess thatthey've  come! hurry up, ladiesthey've come!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>decisions you move on</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2005 13:08:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the Invisible Shadow<br />
can touch your soul<br />
it seeps itself through<br />
it's in your blood<br />
replace your skin<br />
implode your eyes<br />
the Invisible Shadow<br />
fathoms lies<br />
<br />
---------------<br />
<br />
these are the terms you live under<br />
leeching and quitting<br />
wasting time is fitting<br />
crawling by the minimum <br />
          what are you waiting for?<br />
<br />
I can imagine myself more than tomorrow<br />
I can dream of leading - swinging<br />
Abstract Paintings<br />
Bright Reinventings<br />
Beck, all those sad people, and I<br />
<br />
we all should sit down<br />
and throw shit out the window<br />
I think you don't want to hear<br />
what I have to say<br />
I'm afraid<br />
and I don't care<br />
<br />
I get the feeling we can't make plans  anymore<br />
<br />
it wasn't this<br />
"Find it up anyone's ass..."<br />
<br />
you know what I mean...<br />
<br />
----------<br />
<br />
when wishing<br />
wish well<br />
the City of Hate<br />
while wishing<br />
feel hell<br />
the City of Regret<br />
<br />
----------<br />
<br />
sitting in stars<br />
and counting the hours<br />
spent making love<br />
dreamlike love<br />
like that of thinking flowers<br />
define your kiss<br />
<br />
to fit inside<br />
a minor mistake<br />
touch no skin<br />
touch nothing<br />
dimming the lights<br />
the Flow of Panic<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>keep playing</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 12:48:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Simulations of a Future You Will Never  See<br />
<br />
that's right<br />
you're completely correct<br />
but I'm not the one<br />
controlling the gun<br />
<br />
you began this<br />
with your wit<br />
and your wallet<br />
no real vision on how it really works<br />
no real reason<br />
at all<br />
<br />
you keep playing<br />
other's Simulations<br />
living off the Stream<br />
Collectively / painfully<br />
<br />
growths are on your skin<br />
time captured<br />
Fast Forwarding Film<br />
a rose that blossoms<br />
dies to bloom off a whim<br />
<br />
don't move<br />
I'll do it<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>something scattered</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2005 01:26:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ (found this in an old sketchbook,  'round the 2002 era.)<br /><br /><b>Insincere because I<br />
ORANGE SLEEP (PLAN Z) The DOPE<br />
We used to be friends<br />
Turnaway<br />
Turn yourself away<br />
Like a gun I'm aimed at you<br />
<br />
Sketchy Talky Runner Gloss<br />
<br />
the seedless fruit<br />
<br />
Never a Promise<br />
Match me and we're even<br />
smoke like you've been stealing<br />
call them up and run and run<br />
and run and run like everyone</b><br /><br />a foolish selfish trade ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>nonetheless</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 18:40:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ (  As high as this estimation may be  )<br />
    (     the conjecture remains that         )<br />
    (         despite their brilliance             )<br />
    (     the Empty were nonetheless.       )<br />
---------------------------------------- -------------------------<br />
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                                                                    ||     ||<br />
                                                                    ||     ||<br />
                                                                    ||     ||<br />
                                                                    ||     ||<br />
                                                                    ||     ||<br />
VVvVVvVVvVVvVVvVVvVVvVVvVVvVVvVVvVVvVVvV VvVVv<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>Unity</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 01:43:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A brief review of our qualities by the  numbers reveals a progression  describing the formal nature underlying  the appearance of things.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>self inflict panic</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2005 04:18:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ while turning and rubbing<br />
my head against the side of my pillow<br />
below my ears<br />
i felt a snap<br />
like cracking a knuckle<br />
i jumped from my sleep<br />
stetched up and yawned<br />
as I opened my jaw<br />
extreme pressure builds up<br />
on a tooth<br />
an unseeable force<br />
pulls it from root<br />
now it's dancing on the floor...<br />
dancing on the floor<br />
white and polished<br />
spinning bold<br />
I lose my balance<br />
spitting more<br />
the tension on my teeth<br />
misplacement of my jaw<br />
I look in the mirror<br />
and look in the mirror<br />
invisible claws<br />
breaking off my skull<br />
snapping bone <br />
like snapped wooden pencils<br />
floating teeth<br />
spotty blood<br />
I look deep down into my throat<br />
I start peeling off flaps of skin<br />
my face is leather<br />
and it's begun to unravel<br />
I fold a piece back<br />
tuck it under there<br />
to reveal steel rods<br />
and rubber bands<br />
and twisted lines<br />
and wires<br />
and joints<br />
and knots<br />
I begin to take apart my head<br />
delicately laying each piece<br />
in order<br />
blood dripping<br />
on the sink<br />
do not lose track of where they go<br />
do not lose track<br />
tweeking<br />
untieing<br />
do not lose track<br />
forcing into place<br />
clamping<br />
rewired<br />
I can feel the very center of my head<br />
I am fixated on the feeling<br />
a piece falls into the drain<br />
and spring flies off<br />
I do not recognize myself<br />
using both hands<br />
to hold myself together<br />
panic climbs<br />
panic burns<br />
in horror<br />
as I try to put myself back together<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>to whom it may concern</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2005 16:38:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ later on tonight,<br />
after i finish dubbing these tapes<br />
and rippin them to disc<br />
I will partake in<br />
setting up a print account<br />
seeing that it's only a one time fee...<br />
<br />
hopefully i'll add more songs<br />
using flash too<br />
because the outcome of last weeks<br />
little excursion<br />
was very disappointing<br />
not to say people didn't contribute<br />
but some of the band name ideas<br />
were pretty juvenile(sp)<br />
<br />
"the kitchen sinks"  ????<br />
<br />
blah blah blah<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blahblah.gif" width="37" height="15" alt=":blahblah:" title="You talk too much!" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>a dream of contrary</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2005 05:22:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a warning against<br />
making friends<br />
too easily<br />
is contained<br />
<br />
a forest dream<br />
<br />
if you were alone<br />
and/or frightened<br />
you can expect<br />
to be<br />
let down<br />
<br />
a forest fire<br />
forecasts<br />
happy news<br />
<br />
a woman's footprints<br />
a high pitched woodwind<br />
a straightforward omen<br />
a circle<br />
<br />
a dream of contrary<br />
<br />
you are in <br />
imminent danger<br />
of being overwhelmed<br />
by some load<br />
you are trying <br />
to carry alone<br />
<br />
don't be a proud fool<br />
<br />
your difficulties<br />
will be short term<br />
if you escape<br />
<br />
clear water running freely<br />
a brisk steady breeze<br />
a flickering or diminishing flame<br />
tilling the earth<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>&lt;---Fun Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2005 22:11:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hey<br />
wana hear my band?<br />
we don't  have a name<br />
<br />
so give us some ideas<br />
you have our permission<br />
<b>what should we be called?</b><br />
We are Steve :devDeadMedicine<br />
Michael<br />
& Wiszy :devWeedpipe<br />
<br />
i will create and upload immediately!<br /><br />p.s. if we happen to choose your clever  words<br />
we will reward you with something  strange and desirable ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>the now</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2005 01:09:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ......................<br /><br />Looking Forward to...<br />
<br />
Traveling<br />
Practicing<br />
Portraying<br />
Reading & Writing<br />
the empire within<br />
<br />
Avoiding...<br />
<br />
Temptations<br />
Waiting<br />
Religion & Gov't<br />
my Brother<br />
and his stupid face<br />
<br />
  Today was better, still stranded tho,  but managed to manage my time and  thoughts.  Transfered some practice  tapes from Tascam to my 'puter; I was  thinking of going back to purevolume to  host mp3, but I hate that fucking site  and all it's disfunctional staff.  So  I'm going to put together a short  animation in flash as an excuse to  showcase some of our tunes here on DA.   <br />
<br />
If you get the chance, you should all  try to get into something new.  We're  all getting a little sick of us.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />............................ ]]></description>
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                <title>bvvvvt</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Mar 2005 16:53:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ somewhere<br />
there's a holacaust of feathers<br />
a cure<br />
ghost train<br />
get gone<br />
passenger<br />
stowaway<br />
manyme<br />
i'll be you mirror<br />
an attempt to tip the scales<br />
popcorn<br />
mutilated lips<br />
chicks<br />
fishy wrists<br />
catapults<br />
an afternoon conquest to paradise<br />
cutting ribbon<br />
i know<br />
i know<br />
limp<br />
loveridden<br />
never a promise on the bound<br />
the child is gone<br />
east hastings<br />
lift your hair<br />
static<br />
weak<br />
they don't sleep<br />
drone<br />
providence<br />
gathering storm<br />
kicking<br />
shutdown<br />
something pretty bad happened<br />
moya<br />
slow riots<br />
new zero<br />
hung over<br />
extra dreamwish of nonphenominal  proportions<br />
our dying brains<br />
poisoned<br />
aimed<br />
foreshadowed ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>undefended</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2005 08:49:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so many people are right, you know.   shedding too much light on situations  that are nowadays overcooked.  i feel  guilty of this, tho I rarely speak my  mind, it's all the same.  i'm sick of  living in mystery, like i have secrets  to keep.  <br />
  this has nothing to do with style or  comfort or my career, this is  respect... for oneself and the  community, for the world.  It's hard to  explain, so hard my stomach hurts.   With every fiber of my soul I love and  hate.  I'm 24 and I'm a leech.  This  shit keeps repeating.  The answer to  all of your questions is right here  ladies and gentlemen, i'm living proof.   If you have ANY questions, do not  hesitate to ask me... for I am the  displayer of pure isolation from  oneself and the world.  It wasn't the  drugs, oh no, they kept me grounded.   Not living your dreams and getting too  caught up in them.  The secrets trapped  inside this skin.  Hundreds of people a  day with nothing to say.  Holding back  and hesitation.  Belts worn either too  low or too high.  Fuck.<br />
<br />
i like me in a good mood too, trust  me... ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>lost dreamer</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2005 04:02:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my sketchbook is falling apart<br />
a broken spine<br />
<br />
the car is busted up<br />
the wheel cracked off<br />
<br />
my family is weakening<br />
is losing it's support<br />
<br />
canvas are all blank<br />
the house is quiet<br />
the wind outside howls<br />
louder, thoughts get<br />
needles in my blood<br />
needles in my thoughts<br />
blood in my thoughts<br />
that need to be drained<br />
<br />
my eyes are turning red<br />
<br />
further and further away<br />
pictures float<br />
<br />
no wonder i sleep so much and so little<br />
just enough to grasp onto<br />
and remember<br />
just enough to remember<br />
and have a story to tell<br />
just enough to get me by<br />
<br />
how much am I going to have to pay<br />
for being such a dreamer? ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>fingerprints</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2005 23:37:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i put 5 different shaped cars<br />
on follow<br />
and like a train<br />
we smoked on home<br />
i stopped<br />
to pay a bush a visit<br />
dropped my keys<br />
and forgot what<br />
i was doing<br />
walking through the forest<br />
making my own path<br />
climb a tree<br />
a perched up tweet<br />
and found my cal-d-sac<br />
mr. tom<br />
who was my neighbor<br />
tied his tongue<br />
but prayed<br />
tossed me a jingle<br />
i sprinted towards my wheels<br />
only<br />
theft had taken them ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>war against self over!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2005 02:24:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <--- don't mind me<br />
in a matter of minutes<br />
i decided to say<br />
"fuck this!"<br />
it's nothing but <br />
work work work<br />
from now on<br />
my constructs<br />
my reason<br />
my hands<br />
i'll get a job<br />
i'll take more showers<br />
like an atom bomb ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>ninny</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2005 03:05:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ quit <br />
crying<br />
for your<br />
sorry<br />
self's<br />
sorrow! ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>planning</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2005 17:21:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the other day<br />
i wanted to write a song  (techno/melodica)<br />
about plans<br />
planning<br />
upholding your future so to speak<br />
i fumbled with guitar and the pinono<br />
reasoned some samples<br />
started going on this tangent<br />
contumplating all that I dream<br />
into a list...<br />
<br />
-grow out my hair<br />
-paint the side of a skyscraper<br />
-record sounds of subways and forests<br />
-sing in a band about abstraction and  frustration and carelessness<br />
-fuck<br />
-move to santa cruz<br />
-cross the mississippi<br />
-climb a mountain<br />
-get an agent<br />
-write a movie<br />
-lead animator<br />
-design the most confusing/artsy  website<br />
-eat out<br />
-build the most complicating apartment  complex w/ ladder and secret doors and  spinning walls and invisible staircases<br />
-buy 100 flatscreens, hook them onto  posts, random images from recorded  dreams (bill viola/forest style)<br />
-get that 120"x88" canvas<br />
-meet planes mistaken for stars<br />
-watch my niece become a superstar<br />
-visit india<br />
-drive insane<br />
-make a book<br />
-leave the self behind ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>lazy day</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2005 02:49:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ one day<br />
all emotions dried up<br />
no time no reason<br />
music is silence and<br />
I am noise<br />
rumble your thunder<br />
I'll crack the core<br />
<br />
----------<br />
<br />
aside from the fact that, these days  are getting lame, sleep has been so  wonderful.  I haven't painted in  4months, I can't finish much.  I've  visited so many different apartments,  fallen into many chairs and waved my  right hand alot.  Smoked a pack of  menthol for no reason.  When Michael  and that japanese girl were turned into  cats, that was most fun I've had this  week.  Practice has been stellar,  Michael said something about calling  ourselves "The A.M.s" because we sleep  most afternoons away & it's the first  letter in all our first names...<br />
<br />
Alan<br />
Michael<br />
steve<br />
<br />
fuck that<br />
i'll just squash michael's little kitty  skull ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>it's just</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2005 15:56:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ in the morning<br />
we arise<br />
stop the day the same old way<br />
and yesterday<br />
the day before<br />
pour it all<br />
it's just the daylight ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>the numberless trance</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2005 13:28:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ kentucky air<br />
is not what you'd expect<br />
and the general feel of the air<br />
can't help but make it feel worse<br />
not only coursing through your lungs<br />
crawling on your skin<br />
osmosis in your eyeballs<br />
this porch<br />
and this house it's attached to<br />
they don't really protect much<br />
more than my comfort<br />
of being entirely too ignorant<br />
hap hazardous<br />
i've been crashing here for days<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
whilst shuffling the deck<br />
sounds of footsteps<br />
a crowd<br />
ranting and random cursewords<br />
no<br />
it's the media<br />
they start passing by<br />
as i stand and make pose of question<br />
hello hello<br />
what seems to be the deal?<br />
cameras and journalists<br />
hungry<br />
whipping out pads<br />
holding their cocks out<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
i fake a seizure<br />
and head to the hospital<br />
the ride is fun<br />
because they pump me with<br />
adreneline<br />
and i start thinking<br />
about all the things i like<br />
reminding myself<br />
that no matter how much<br />
they give me<br />
i'm still me<br />
i still dream<br />
i'm high and i can still remember<br />
all of my family and hobbies<br />
i'm high and i can still remember <br />
my favorite x girlfriend<br />
i'm getting sick<br />
and i'm happy ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>yesterday</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2005 13:48:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ---(just woke up so this'll be slightly  scattered)---<br />
<br />
we just moved into our new home<br />
cookie cutter houses<br />
friendly neighbors<br />
pretty girls<br />
in the back yard <br />
out passed the small bushes and trees<br />
farmland<br />
as soon as we arrive<br />
my parents take a vacation<br />
i invite people over<br />
we decide to tour the house<br />
first floor<br />
upstairs<br />
three bedrooms<br />
2 baths<br />
another place for toddlers to play<br />
natalie is there<br />
michael is there<br />
some black girl i've never met<br />
and her japanese friend<br />
while schmoozing and getting  refreshments<br />
i take a stroll by myself<br />
into the basement<br />
step into my room<br />
kids looking through my sketchbooks<br />
i close them all shut <br />
and shoo them all away<br />
i hang pictures back on my wall<br />
smoke a bowl with the japanese girl<br />
i tell her i'll be right back<br />
i open the door to my closet<br />
take the stairs down<br />
there are vending machines filled with<br />
soda and candy<br />
a fold out table<br />
a bulletin board<br />
no one is around<br />
in the next room<br />
twenty foot ceilings<br />
and shelves of t-shirts<br />
in varying colors<br />
dude sittin on the floor<br />
folding shirts<br />
he says hey and i walk by<br />
i step down the spiral staircase<br />
down the long red hall<br />
to the grocery store style<br />
automatic doors<br />
suddenly<br />
things feel improper<br />
i turn around<br />
run back through the red hall<br />
up the spiral stairs<br />
passed the shirt folder<br />
through the break room<br />
up the stairs<br />
and slam the door to my closet shut<br />
the japanese girl is smiling<br />
he and i bounce around<br />
from room to room<br />
i talk to her<br />
tell her that there's vending machines<br />
and a bunch of t-shirts<br />
 in my second basement<br />
michael pops in<br />
the more curious<br />
we delve back into the closet<br />
we buy a couple candy bars<br />
and a pepsi<br />
we crack jokes at the shirt folder<br />
we try on clothes<br />
and don't pay for them<br />
we race through the red hall<br />
through the automatic doors<br />
and we're searching<br />
nightwatcher's hear sounds<br />
but cannot find us<br />
we romp until we find something  interesting<br />
me<br />
michael<br />
and the japanese girl<br />
in a room<br />
with something that looks like an ATM<br />
we pluck in numbers<br />
and my friends are turned into cats<br />
the alarms start to unfold<br />
we panic and make for the doors<br />
sprinting through the corridors<br />
in a blur<br />
we all stop<br />
panting<br />
in the middle of an empty farm<br />
me<br />
and my two kitty friends<br />
it's now night<br />
the moon is out<br />
small purple clouds<br />
the cats meow<br />
and hiss<br />
as a female werewolf<br />
comes up from the ground<br />
exploding dirt<br />
and super anxiety<br />
again we're all running<br />
little cats breathing hard<br />
my heart<br />
a bullet train<br />
i feel very agile<br />
jump many fences<br />
dart around many houses<br />
the neighborhood is quiet<br />
and motionless<br />
after we think we lost it<br />
another werewolf appears<br />
this one is male<br />
so we sneak around<br />
silent steps<br />
and capture the female wolf<br />
roll it up in chainlink fence<br />
we wait for the male wolf<br />
and laugh as the thought<br />
of them falling in love<br />
the male wolf comes<br />
and quickly takes the female one away<br />
high fives and cheering<br />
we sprint back towards the party<br />
tikitorches and picnic tables<br />
very little dancing<br />
but much drinking<br />
i sit at a table<br />
girls start chatting<br />
the cats start purring<br />
playing<br />
i smile<br />
as some girl starts playing with my  hair<br />
i look at her<br />
it's natalie<br />
i look across the fields<br />
and watch a tower<br />
collapse to the ground<br />
in slow motion ]]></description>
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                <title>this is only temporary</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2005 00:56:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i feel fucking terrible<br />
not long ago<br />
whilst sitting at the den<br />
joking towards instability<br />
saying<br />
"everything is stupid"<br />
acting like shit<br />
i wished for mother nature<br />
to unleash her fury<br />
riddle the lands<br />
wanted to see<br />
a million bodies<br />
bein' thrown around<br />
in giant red berserker tornado<br />
<br />
months later<br />
some tsunami nails<br />
a different country <br />
other than my own... ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>erauqssidlroweht</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2005 08:04:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ clippidy clop<br />
<br />
every practice is recorded<br />
onto shotty tascamian phortracks<br />
90 minutes later<br />
we repeat the past<br />
we smoke our hash<br />
make use of our<br />
scattered ways<br />
this communication<br />
is the mother of<br />
our situation<br />
the enlightened path<br />
a tuning torch<br />
should it be any other way?<br />
<br />
please please<br />
doctor<br />
please<br />
<br />
  3:33 am - last night<br />
<br />
  we started off slow - got off the bus  - adjusted our straps<br />
- forgot we had homes - watched the sun  slide down down - fed the cats - bathed  our children - saw hats sent off in the  sky <br />
<br />
we try to fly<br />
<br />
  the night chews us - the weary hide -  the strong die - the vampires are out  tonight - a chase - runner - mistakes  for a cat to make - i change - i fail  again - i run to avoid disaster - they  cease to be - i begin to feel lighter -  jumping up & down the alley - the ladder<br />
<br />
the fatter they get<br />
the more i get ahead<br />
<br />
 it's just you and me - vampire killing  spree - don't say a word - don't say a  thing - it's just you and me ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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                <title>8x8</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 18:40:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ kintn e'tndk <br />
ehntkje nnnkjdine lknlsind elnin  epqnzine nkjgn ie ndin<br />
ekng oidn enoglk lit neifdl gnejkfnl  eugbn knbekjb ks gf.<br />
<br />
ghslk ine nenn ]]></description>
                <author>!Weedpipe</author>
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