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automatic writing, double bass, poetry, Pop's rosin, prose poem, run-on sentence

…first, I rosin the bow- Pop’s seems to work fairly well for me- they say that North Carolina’s too warm to use it in the summertime because it will just melt on the bow, but I’ve never had a problem with that, if only because I haven’t had to perform outdoors on a hundred degree July day in the baking sun; no doubt I would feel a lot differently then, but thankfully I don’t have to worry about it indoors in January, even under the heat of the stage lights when I feel like I’m melting myself wearing a suit (and a Santa hat which was soaked by the end of our holiday concert) and working the double bass over (or, more accurately, it working me over) until we’re both spent, like prizefighters in the 15^th round- I’m never sure who wins the bout, though to date neither of us has won by a knockout (though I’ve been on the ropes several times, especially performing Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto after only playing the thing for a few weeks; that time I really thought I was finished, but I managed to get through it with only an injured hand and a broken ankle, and the bass came through pretty much unscathed except for a few scratches); I’ll settle for a split decision as long as I can go the distance…

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Repair

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flarf, poetry

Why people hack is a subject which is the same as the one given by people who are adherents of the subculture that originally emerged in security holes, as well as those more “evil” crackers who fix the problem and bring a civil, sane way to grow wealth in the country to vilify and punish the childish mentality. Estimation of hack proliferation was the whole mentality behind the tank and the gun on top. If any sanity checks are ever done at all they are completely aware that he needs them for the sake of dangerous sociopaths, criminal hackers, or as pathetic and terrified theorizing. It’s not time travel, but the virus reflections of one’s self revert to an earlier natural way of things. If we start embalming billionaires and dictators, quote that single repair only whilst retaining a good check on sanity on the global level, but passively accept his way of life. She helps clean up his home, and it’s a falsified hypothesis. We have to throw it out and deal with the consequences of appliance repair, the only right/moral/ethical/deserving way to live.

Another day

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aleatoric, poetry, psychiatry, work

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