| will i be posting here as often...i have officially, if temporarily, switched to the dark side of the blog community...myspace. now that im in africa its just not realistic to use both. so if you want me to read your comment, please please please leave it at myspace.com/spacmanspif300
love love love
congo sends love
byebye,
jarrett
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| i know i will be missed.
anyway im alive for now. so to speak. cant wait for everything to happen. everything thats always aboutt o happen, i want to happen now. to say "its all happening"
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| for those who like to post.
eat up all the toast,
run down to the coast.
being cool the most.
i love my job, starbox is a great place for me to work. superman returns, anyone?
imax for me, then dreams of the sea.
soon i will know something, but i love you all.
bar bar
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| a little pill that cleans it out.
the awkward chill that makes you shout.
we're angry. kill, and live without.
where sangria ills, and spills about.
and tidal waves they make a rout.
sin and bones.
skin and tones. grounds. browns. all arounds.
clean them out, no more browns.
no more dying in the towns.
take medicine made for the machine.
and machines will make your pills tomorrow.
ode to the verismo 801. shottastic. steammatic.
robattic.
aromatic. automatic.
terrible poetry.
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| Chicago awaits me, a paper, a presentation, a meeting, a teaching, a tisket a tasket.
prayers and wicker baskets. Lord, grace please.
for me.
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