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Friday, March 14th, 2008

Time:12:41 pm.
rupert murdoch has conquered the entire media.
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Saturday, December 23rd, 2006

Subject:johnny and the freight train
Time:2:14 pm.

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Thursday, October 26th, 2006

Time:6:34 pm.
currently forking around the chicken and cream sauce in a decrepit luncheon, united states, tacoma washington: Northwest Kinetics Facilities -

these drug studies are strange dreams that pay well.

i broke my vegetarianism of 6 years today for $1400 dollars. then i discovered that i didn't have to break my vegetarianism. i will live happily ever after.

thank you
good night
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Tuesday, June 13th, 2006

Time:1:52 pm.
the internet is boring.
you're boring.
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Friday, March 31st, 2006

Subject:everything is ok.
Time:4:22 pm.
i'm going back to olympia tomorrow, bright and early. REJOICE!
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Tuesday, March 28th, 2006

Subject:ennui! drama! a convalescent boy! violent nothing!
Time:10:12 pm.
every time i come home i lose my shit. and not in a posessive sense.
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Time:7:09 pm.
the uncertainty of love
choking on its own spittle
contort! a voice trumpets. gurgle.
agape.aghast.a gasp
the clock ticks
the foot taps
the leg shakes
the fingers fumble
the ash blows
the town wind
the trees bend
at the sound of "impractical"
dirty laundry

words for comfortable furniture
drought in the liver
a rough draught

the holy order of angels.
angels of light

their trumpets extend to god
rusted brass

curled locks

white gowns

cheapened salvation.

her legs
her arms
her hair
her smell

permeating through a pack of cigarettes
can't get the stink off.
it is linked to memory

sick from touch
the idea of another man entering her
wears a crown of vomit and stomach lining

old hummus,vegetables,some bread - is covered in weird shit.

trumpets in her car
an underscore?

an overture.

a ring that chokes the flesh
and turns white


his hand over a menagerie, but the creatures are retarded and inbred.
and old thought of the family in 1992.
ski's. avocados. swimming pools.

an old habit broken.
an old man in young clothes.
respecting socrates.
respecting nietzche

admiring neither.

telling things already known true.
the gay science.

here come the trumpets again.

eating too fast with a lack of appetite.

the trumpets.

of confused useless love.
which is impractical and choking once more on spittle.

trumpet: a brass instrument, or a manner of speech.

Subject:the heartbreak which is unearthed from post-alcoholism
Time:1:11 pm.
i recently, as of two days ago, completely quit drinking. it had become a leech, sucking all of my talent and personality away, causing emotional and physical trainwrecks of the most vicious kind. this means no more bars for me, no more idiocy and drunken shenanigans, no more hostile relationships and feelings, in order to leave room for clarity and reincarnation of my long-hijacked head.

i miss the girl who's heart i broke months ago. i recently saw her, and i held her for a few minutes. i stroked her hair. i remembered everything. ancient feelings have been dug up. my whole mind and body has vomited, and all of the ugly things which i have concealed have come out of the woodwork.

i can't say it's an enjoyable act. but it is absolutely necessary.

i feel like a slimy little embryo.
so, bon voyage, beautiful booze, many good times, now it is time for a new epoch in the life of a certain joseph john linsalata.

joints,reefers,spliffs beware. habits anew.

i suppose this means i will be writing a great deal, and the trickiest part of this is that, in order to write i used to have a cigarette in my mouth and a drink in my left hand. i compare this to losing a good friend or being walked out on while in the middle of a date.

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Monday, March 27th, 2006

Time:1:29 pm.
minimum rage. that is all.
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Sunday, March 26th, 2006

Time:5:30 pm.
Mood:effervescently pissed off.
some major accomplishments and failures.

starting april 1st, i will be organizing,conducting and co-operating to form an event for May Day 2006, for both worker's rights around the globe and solidarity/remembrance with the victims of the Haymarket massacre. This will mean joining the IWW and the Olympia Workers Association, and intense collaborations with other factions and individuals in the (but not limited to) Thurston County and Seattle area.

as for everything else, unimportant whining details of the fragile and pathetic human ego.
i've become a reckless, penniless drunk, lost my young figure and my skin has turned to bleu cheese. besides these setbacks, i will continue to write a play about and involving the greater Olympia area, focusing on drug addiction,homelessness,racism,domestic violence,wage slavery,human rights,globalization,capitalism,death,love,sex,alcoholism,ennui and sexual assault, all issues that nip at my heels all day and every day

for all you inept fuckers out there who are too cool and good looking and employed to talk to me anymore, you can go fuck yourselves. i never needed you, because i am a statue of independence. fuck you.
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Monday, January 2nd, 2006

Time:3:21 pm.
bittersweet has taken me for a ride.
since i've been back home, i've come to some realizations about myself
some awful, some wonderful, and its a nice balance to my normal black or white attitude and standpoint towards everything and everyone that crosses my path
i like waddling in the grey area,
the vascillating hum.
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Saturday, December 31st, 2005

Time:7:04 pm.
happy new years, i am fuck up.
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Friday, December 30th, 2005

Subject:can no longer speak in sentences.
Time:3:20 pm.
angular dissertation

a hook in the mouth
a fish on the line

dangled helplessly

smoke and mirrors

its in the size 30 by 30
its in the velour
its in the messy hair
its in the drugstore shoes
its in the brown belt
its in the limping walk
and the cabinet

Wednesday, December 28th, 2005

Subject:freeform disaster
Time:6:11 pm.
"scratch and itch"

starving on the porch
with stomach upturned
eyes shut with that precise anxiety
which is a galleon or fleet sinking
in vast water
full sail

lost friends are piracy
that claim

and take off with the best of the loot
choked by domestic plants


or lemon tree root

my chest is a ballon,


a careful needle
a wayward child


i hear elizabeth fraser
and she threatens my well being
with histrionic singing



i know what ginsberg means
and his children

i put a hand on my heart


a headrush and caffeine
floating diaphragm


frantic boy on the lawn
staring out in to the great future
of barren young man's land.

a god damned desert is what it is
that they decorate
to fool the eye

trompe l'oeil.

keep the window open
and the t.v on
and my eyes shut
and my mouth useless
and my cock limp
and the sun goes down
and the clouds come in
and the moon rakes the haunts
and the pencil broke
and the pawns aligned
and the horoscopes
and the sunday ink
and the birds fell ill
and the kitchen sink
and the way you fuck
and it is so slow

and the sunglasses
and the humming of
and the winter now
the solstice of our hate
and the earthworms suck
the supple bank accounts
and my drug problems
have become fashionable
and my guitar strings
they are cutlery
and the veil we wear
over our yellow eyes
and the sunken flush
and the waning tide
and the wine is bad
while the cheese is good

the moldy diplomats
the decapitated wood
would you bite my lip
i think we know you did

and the festering
of the childhood
and the rhyming scheme
is older than god

its in the way i walk
a limp, a sway
a stagger

the guns of simi
valley police men
light up december sky
and a high speed chase

i think i'm understood.
you know my innards churn.

Tuesday, December 27th, 2005

Time:5:04 pm.
i am so fucking bored.
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Subject:memory: summer 2000, valencia, california -cal arts state summer school for the arts.
Time:12:56 pm.
Mood:incredibly strange.
remember rosewater concoctions
indoctrinating your rough taxi out of childhood
crash and burn is what they say
when words become uncomfortable to touch

tongues swallow feet in mouths
offspring get off
in eggshell bedrooms
with the curtains pulled down
in dim homes
with the door shut tight

suck on oranges
and fingerbang

the love of your life

all is nectar
quenching thirst

her parted legs
and hot panting breath
squinting eyes
and clawing neck

the heat
drives animals out of the woodwork

her tongue is small
but agile

and slip in

love being good grief

this wonderful slap in the face
this beautiful sinking feeling
knowing, it's all fucked up
but having
the best day




that parfume?

they say your sense of smell is the strongest sense,
and i agree
its in my blood and my defense.
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Subject:la mer noir
Time:11:44 am.
Mood:pantless air guitar.
i would love to see the beach today, have a nice bottle of wine and swim in nearly sub-temperature water.

Sunday, December 25th, 2005

Subject:adopt a joe for just 35 cents a year.
Time:7:05 pm.
Mood:soooooo good.
i wonder when some lovely person will decide to marry me.

all i need to do after that is publish a novel, adopt a child and die.
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Saturday, December 24th, 2005

Time:10:47 pm.
Mood:please let me O.D..
wow! i'm so excited to be this single for so long! and what a wonderful christmas! receiving unflattering clothing that makes me feel like a lumpy pile of dung! i appreciate the philanthropy but FUCK THE HOLIDAYS!

i am lonely, drugged up and drunk, swimming in cute little bubbles of Xanax
and nearlt-unwarranted misery

the holidays FUCKING RULE!

i love sleeping on a cold empty couch! twitching in the middle of the night going to bet at 4am everynight and looking more and more like a mentally disabled circus clown
i love it!

i love replaying horrible relationships in the back of my head while i get obliterated on wine i can't even afford.

i can't fucking wait to go back to olympia and ignore all these trivial,whiny problems that strike and attack my bourgeious existance.

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Subject:merry christmas, all of my friends are going to: dead.
Time:1:30 pm.
sickened by your sleazy interactions with the female alliance
cleaning up your mistakes with nervous laughter
half flirtatious half offended
get your hands off that girl
and all the rest that will follow

i vomit endlessly all over you

merry christmas
friends are like rubber gloves
elastic and dispensable/expendable

expensive tastes
run drip and drought


bourgeois townhomes
hoi polloi

devour gonorrhea cock

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