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June 29, 2007

Cell Phone Stories

Dear friends and enemies,

 

Since I have very little time to write these days, I’m making public one of the few continual artistic endeavors that I engage in. It’s in the form of a text message, and usually I write one a day, Mon through Fri usually between 9 am to 7 pm (PST). So, if A ) you are interested, and B ) you have a cell phone that can receive text messages, then email me at Fizzygoo (at sign) aol (dot) com with your cell phone number, first and last name, and I will add you to the list. You will know that the text is from me because it will begin with “TALES”.

 

Note that, due to the large number of text messages this may generate, I won’t be making many personal calls (not that I do anyway) and request that you keep replies limited if at all. Who knows, this may be to expensive to do past the first month.

 

If you do sign up for them, and later choose not to be included just email me or text me with something like “Remove me, you fuck-fuck” along with your name and phone number.

April 06, 2007

Smoked Cigars

 

 

There’s a half dozen sullen cigars in the ashtray,

Sitting there like aristocratic wights.

All hoary headed

Gnawed upon

Used up.

Smoked.

Music from my twenties plays upon titled speakers.

Timed tracks timing out my thirties,

Carrying me towards the forties

With the melancholy

Of blind youth

Gone by.

Each breath, each beat, each passing through

A thousand endless thoughts which are

Torches in the endless darkness.

Lights in a silent rocky cave.

You can’t ever go back

The way you came.