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Chuck Lysaght: Twyla in Saint Augustine?

On Sep 29, 3:52 pm, The One True Rusty wrote:

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> On Sep 29, 10:14 am, the messenjah wrote:
> > On Sep 28, 6:58 am, Barbara’s Cat <c…@NOSPAMscientist.com> wrote:

> > > K. A. Cannon <kcan…@insurgent.orgy> said:

> > > > Check Todays blarrggghhh.

> > >http://skywriter.diaryland.com/070927_40.html

> > > > Then check this blast form the past:

> > > >http://skywriter.diaryland.com/061122_52.html

> > > > Let the editing commence henceforth and immediately!!!

> > > Is it Princess Trinity or Twyla? Only thechucklesknows!

> > Jeez, I come back after a few weeks and you fucktards are STILL
> > writing about me… Incredible. By the way, her real name is Twyla and
> > she calls herself Princess Trinity…

Makes sense, as someone pointed out that the name comes from a
translation of the African word.

I notice that Saint Augustine came up in connection with Twyla. My old
buddy Dan Barfield is back down there doing the horse and buggy tours,
ghost tours and whatnot for the historic district, and is actually
living on Anistasia Island. I’ll definitely be going down that way
around Thanksgiving or X-Mas to hang out for a few days and this might
be a good time to finally meet up for a poetry reading or open mic.

What’s the scene like in that sort of thing in Jax these days?

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> > Would you like to call her and ask her what she prefers? I mean, I
> > don’t want you obsessed shitbirds to get confused…

> > >http://photos.jacksonville.com/mycapture/enlarge.asp?
> > > userphoto=0&image=13385846&thispage=1

> > > ( Combine both lines above into one line )
> > > ( or use this:http://tinyurl.com/243zrb)

> > > —
> > > Cm~

> > > "And it’s only me here in this house.
> > >  I don’t live with my parents.
> > >  I don’t have a spouse, or children.
> > >  I live alone.
> > >  I have no emotional support from anybody,
> > >  which is okay,
> > >  but it makes things a little harder
> > >  when life kicks you in the fucking balls."
> > >              - Charles ‘chuckles’ S Lysaght

> Screw ‘em, Chuck, they’re just jealous.
> Especially Meat Plow.
> He’s already screwed his life and his (mongoloid) son’s life up, and
> now he’s hoping that everyone else has done the same to their lives.-

Hey Rusty, where you been, man?


Toxin on Glass (video) by Shadowville Installation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XWUdCRbVnc

Shadowville Installation:
Gene Woolfolk Junior- piano
Gary Frankfurth- guitar
Timothy Maxwell- video & processing
Will Dockery- vocal

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OK

"I it’s a good pyramid, Cheops,
but I don’t know about  a great pyramid?"


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The 13th Warrior Review Issue Eleven is now online!

The 13th Warrior Review Issue Eleven is now online!

Poetry by Sean Lause, Marvin Glasser , Lyn Lifshin, Reginald S.V. Paul,
James Jack, Susan H. Maurer, Simon Perchik, Carol Hamilton
Amy L. Sargent, Robert O’Neal, A.D. Winans,Reid Bush, David Lawrence , Joel
Kuper, Alan Britt, John Grey

Fiction by Jeff Blechle, Aaron Hellem, Elizabeth Farren, James P.
Hanley,Cindy Rosmus, Wade Lipham, Alan Clinton

Essay "Trespasses," a memoir piece by John C. Erianne

Book Reviews of  Rant, A Cosmic Clown’s Science Fiction Religion,
Gutterballs, and New Jersey

http://www.13thwr.org

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The Little Print Town

The Leg bent like any you’ve ever seen
tired people that dream
all the Bay people that tide water.
I asked if I could do her leg, and smiled.

There was a bait shoppe in this little Print town
(fresh fish next-door) I brushed dust and sat
under the bridge. A pretty young waitress
with Turrets came to /fucken/ lick my /fucken/ order.

I took out my razor blade and sliced her knee in half.
We both laughed.


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Re: Google Earth

"semiopen" <former_schiz…@hotmail.com> wrote in message

news:1191246783.927213.248140@w3g2000hsg.googlegroups.com…
> (reflections on looking down on Parmadale,
> 41 deg 22’59.27" N, 81 deg, 42’16.16" W
> Eye alt 2388 ft)

> **********************************************

> A pseudo-god without a crown
> I’m impotent when I look down

Don’t you mean omnipotent–or are you trying to zoom in on the nude beaches?

Hey look–I can see my house from here! :)


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Go Gary, Go…

Go Gary, Go…

Go Gary,
 go…

yo’ life is too slow
yo’ mojo is so frojo

an’ yo’ brain is deteriorating
(deed ah spell t’at right?)

ah what the heck. ah ‘as lumps orn ma neck
fram seeting out here in t’ sun
a-waitin’ fo’ kingdorm come

ah Gary, wha tarry…
tha’ ‘as t’ life ahed lika Prince Harry…

naa ‘e’s a faan lad
full o’ pep an’ sassy…

neva seen ‘im in a funk
an’ lyin’ vexed in ‘is bunk

ah Gary… wha hae ye…
a-locked into futile destiny

show a light, let t’ worl’ know ‘u’ be bright
an’ show yo’ true colours- outa sight!

J. Whistlebritches esq.
2nd cousin to the inestimable Dame Edna.

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A Midwinter Night's Eve

A Midwinter Night’s Eve

No trace of summer yet; the world was dead.
The sun was slowly dying, too, and like
Some ancient monarch lay, a rotting hulk
Wrapped in robes of pure magnificence –
Of purple, liquid gold, and bleeding red,
Reflecting off the few gray clouds above
Like flowers thrown upon a frozen grave.
A minute’s silence for a fallen king.

The service over and the body lowered,
The day itself now buried in the past,
We see the widow slowly turn away,
Painfully pull on a robe of black,
And wander off to seek oblivion
In dreams of reuniting with the sun.

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Your poetry is dead

I read the two previous versions, and although
I liked some of the confusing parts, they were dead.

Why is poetry so dead these days? Sometimes I wonder
if it’s the Veri.  Well, hon, I have to work on my typos.

Toodles


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peace & money

nice visions
in the bottom of a glass
where soul does not cost
                         a lot

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