tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post8759969161130936283..comments2023-11-05T04:02:39.418-05:00Comments on Michelle's Spell: Like Everyone ElseMichelle's Spellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769666862403600253noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-60170318098683091982007-04-27T13:16:00.000-04:002007-04-27T13:16:00.000-04:00as its all about that crazy, mysterious near smile...as its all about that crazy, mysterious near smile.<BR/><BR/>And I agree with cocker. He sounds like he knows and meant what he says, even if he was obviously drunk at the time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-13651381326691249972007-04-27T13:13:00.000-04:002007-04-27T13:13:00.000-04:00You gotta call this pic "Nuclear Mona Lisa".You gotta call this pic "Nuclear Mona Lisa".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-75761026273272589442007-04-27T12:26:00.000-04:002007-04-27T12:26:00.000-04:00this is m's blog, uncle wasisnutz. Don't bother m...this is m's blog, uncle wasisnutz. Don't bother me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-4578623104799704502007-04-27T09:06:00.000-04:002007-04-27T09:06:00.000-04:00Somebody stole my uncle junior.Somebody stole my uncle junior.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-82804754253994414542007-04-27T07:59:00.000-04:002007-04-27T07:59:00.000-04:00Do you believe this guy?Get the fuck oudda here.Do you believe this guy?<BR/><BR/>Get the fuck oudda here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-10395385684108177772007-04-27T03:00:00.000-04:002007-04-27T03:00:00.000-04:00Good morning, you! Always good when we all make i...Good morning, you! Always good when we all make it home @the witching hour. Be well, and to everyone else the same. <BR/><BR/>You have wonderful language and usage, such as "disabuse yourself of..." Hilarious in delivery, too. Of course every joke hides at least some truth. Neurosis hide with the confines of the blank pages. And the solutions to many of them lie deep in the strata. Those good sweet tender painfull and numb spots. The blank page is like snowblindness, natural or coke induced. Stumble through a mile and you might find a perfect circle has been your path. <BR/><BR/>A catch 22. Being alone with the mind, even one that cannot rest, is what writers all have to contend with. The alert and watchful mind is what we use most in creation of art. Dialogue with others is important to have, and sharing ideas can improve the process, but the base of the creative font is the unresting mind. Glad you do and come out with your art in hand, and maybe you can rest and have chocolate.<BR/><BR/>And I keep the faith as well.<BR/><BR/>oh yeah, I was going to make some lame and obvious joke about some joe cocker song about a hat, i can't put my finger on which one because it ain't important, writing is importsnt to you and you don't have to have great pics all the time to do that. Even if someone else sometimes (and even I shouldn't talk, really) thinks you need to, you don't. all of you, that's the best part.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-45025947120769317882007-04-27T00:57:00.000-04:002007-04-27T00:57:00.000-04:00Being alone and facing a blank page doesn't bother...Being alone and facing a blank page doesn't bother me; its all the damn interruptions that drive me crazy.JR's Thumbprintshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10479324326541901987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-31460003998472178732007-04-26T22:07:00.000-04:002007-04-26T22:07:00.000-04:00mmm vomit! haha I don't do marathons....mmm vomit! haha I don't do marathons....ZZZZZZZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03138083815199638165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-46217176195221206082007-04-26T16:51:00.000-04:002007-04-26T16:51:00.000-04:00got back from work. Everything's reddish haze and...got back from work. Everything's reddish haze and mysterious near smiles all morning long.<BR/><BR/>Back to the post. <BR/><BR/>I'm that way about LSD, over-wired in all the right and wrong ways to need a dose of Brain expanding/burning acid. I have other smokey, burning bottled demons to drink and do battle with, as well you know, great teacher. My white keychain says just for today. My shirt claims me for the VMI, and I can swear I was there, long ago with the cannons blasting to the devil's appearance on earth. The cadets charging, dieing, and the only terms were our unconditional surrender. Grant's camp was only just over the Blue Ridge. We could smell his cigars, even as we butchered the last pack mule for the morning's super. the sun had risin in the east, but we still had yet to see it move before the curtain fell, as the ground around us erupted in anticipation of our graves. Word came down from Longstreet's man, his stomach open and bloody but terms clenched in hand. Soon after, we lined up in ranks, as though death had a need for aesthetic appeal in it's chosen. Someone vomited as the signal sounded, but he was soon lost we charged in the direction of Avalon, toward the blazing eastern glow that were only homefires burning in sympathy, a counterpart to our bloody song and drums. A small black bird lit down before my vision and into the dark I fell.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, no need for LSD here. <BR/><BR/>Work? Yes, got some to go to. I took off my "subs so fast you'll [wanna} freak" shirt and broke out my "Bigger = Better" shirt. I have half a molar that is begging me to die, and my car might take up the offer without me.<BR/><BR/>Good stuff, m.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-7499811640261945172007-04-26T16:38:00.000-04:002007-04-26T16:38:00.000-04:00The austerity of facing the blank page doesn't su...The austerity of facing the blank page doesn't suit my temperament, as a matter of fact it pisses me off; because that damn blinking cursor or sheer whiteness waiting for me with pen in hand mocks me.<BR/><BR/>My mind expanded many times with hallucinogenics of every sort (years ago)hears "c'mon dumb ass find the words buried in my blankness" <BR/><BR/>So it becomes a street fight between my ability to fill that page and the next and the next and that emptiness with words used as guns and knives, to see which of us, the blankness or my words are left standing at the end.<BR/><BR/>I know if I open a blank page I will have to fill it with something but my fear is that it is not the right something, the spectral something that should have gone into that blank space.<BR/><BR/>Yet I know in the end that if I put something there I would have at least done my job as a writer and if it doesn't fit for today I can always go back and make it fit somewhere sometime because I was bold enough to accept the challenge of the day.<BR/><BR/>I found great joy in this post today for some strange reason, Michelle thank you.<BR/><BR/>peacethe walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-2892408791416010422007-04-26T16:14:00.000-04:002007-04-26T16:14:00.000-04:00I'm sure it's incredibly difficult to come up with...I'm sure it's incredibly difficult to come up with material day in and day out, but you seem to manage it admirably, at least for us, your blog readers. That's something I could never do.Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10392045314900304419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-64847086772608601602007-04-26T14:18:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:18:00.000-04:00The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat!The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-67629581692671809542007-04-26T14:17:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:17:00.000-04:00Defeat!Defeat!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-70356738246738142762007-04-26T14:16:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:16:00.000-04:00Victory!Victory!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-6081193989550765722007-04-26T14:13:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:13:00.000-04:00I was thrilled when my college friends from Bowdoi...I was thrilled when my college friends from Bowdoin cheered me on in my Olympic marathon raceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-10878768446430433772007-04-26T14:07:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:07:00.000-04:00I thought they would never catch me.I thought they would never catch me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-8547057665551813092007-04-26T14:05:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:05:00.000-04:00I would often race in my writing to please the roy...I would often race in my writing to please the royals and I was successful. Yet, in retrospect, all the pressure may have shortened my life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-63505575384327685492007-04-26T14:01:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:01:00.000-04:00I exhibited artistic proclivity at an early age, b...I exhibited artistic proclivity at an early age, but I raced to rid the world of certain diseases.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-62773304512646454642007-04-26T13:52:00.000-04:002007-04-26T13:52:00.000-04:00We died in the space race.We died in the space race.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-12069636561630632552007-04-26T13:49:00.000-04:002007-04-26T13:49:00.000-04:00I died in a 500 meter freestyle swim race, age 75....I died in a 500 meter freestyle swim race, age 75. I was very competitive my whole life. I died of a heart attack.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-12285221356408274292007-04-26T13:40:00.000-04:002007-04-26T13:40:00.000-04:00We watched a beaver race in Alaskas!We watched a beaver race in Alaskas!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-8453088489947923762007-04-26T13:35:00.000-04:002007-04-26T13:35:00.000-04:00Ate baking chocolate before race.Ate baking chocolate before race.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-77745188532147145662007-04-26T13:31:00.000-04:002007-04-26T13:31:00.000-04:00Michelle, that's a very interesting analogy betwee...Michelle, that's a very interesting analogy between writing and marathon running (and being covered in your own vomit)! :)<BR/><BR/>That photo, by the way, is awesome!Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09763751210167358084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-36158694299677273352007-04-26T10:38:00.000-04:002007-04-26T10:38:00.000-04:00Looks to me like you've lost more than ten pounds....Looks to me like you've lost more than ten pounds. I'm hot for teacher, if you know what I mean.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-14447381789784612112007-04-26T10:37:00.000-04:002007-04-26T10:37:00.000-04:00It's a wonderful and a terrible thing, the blank p...It's a wonderful and a terrible thing, the blank page. I am here early enough to face the great enemy--or, rather tattoo the great enemy's face with my pattern, my phrasing and my import. Thank you for smoking out the enemy in the first place, m. As you well may notice, I use your daily post like my writing prompt. Even if the morning was fruitless, I'm back latter a basket full of the stuff and a different internal identity to reveal. <BR/><BR/>Which is what I'm going to have to do right now, as work now calls to me across the ethers, across the strange red light filtering through my world. Everything is shades of red, cast from some kind of lamp onto breathtaking flesh, onto the odd, foil covered floor... no... no that's just this crazy cool photograph playing havoc with my pulse. <BR/>Great posting this morning, m. Gotta go to work.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com