Thursday, April 30, 2009

Saturday, April 25, 2009

xtra, xtra read allah bout me!

[miraculous leisure!] all that i sort of dream for ever and try so hard at attaining happens on accident!

way late on reading cause using is not always the best choice [just go out and get it, you bum].
order finally arrives and the weather is gorgeous, decide "make a day at th'beach of it". pot of coffee into backyard and read the whole damn thing out there. romance of solitude
[nelson's 'Steel Drivin' Man, the untold story of an american legend'].
breaking only when max comes out to demonstrate a 'Dra-no Bomb' [Dra-no sink un-clogger poured into empty water bottle with a some tin foil crumpled up and dropped in]. awesome, and surprising explosion that left a molten smoldering stinky mess. just take a break from academics for a bit good old fashioned american fun.
days rule go outside, there was also a bumble bee that buzzed around above my right shoulder for a good portion of the afternoon like some fairy creature from an old nintendo RPG video game. spring time.

please excuse manic-dumbness in grammar and also the brevity. i am a very busy man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
love, keith w. bush

ps. for music fun that you're sort of ashamed of:
a- google and stream radio show called 'the many moods of ben vaughn'
b- make an 'against all authority' pandora station.

you'll lose your cool points but its worth it, you jerk.
okay bye

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

this is profoundly stupid

Tuesday, April 07, 2009


thumb around a while thru a book of mediocre poetry with somebody else's reading glasses on.
it's like drugs.

Monday, April 06, 2009

"The blue light was my blues-

the red light was my mind,
[all my loves in vain]"

real feel good shit, right?

so one afternoon, still feeling hopelessly hung over and with nothing much to do i realize 'holy shit, the fucking internet's broken!'
yeah, use your pretty little imagination, you'd be bummed too right?
so i despair for a while, weep for several hours, and finally content myself to get real heavy into television, whatever.
point is, next day i realize it's back. the internet is back and better than ever!
'internet, what happened? you were always so feeble. free, yes. that was nice of you. but always an unreliable twerp. whats the secret to your new efficiency, your talent?" i ask.

'well keith, you see i wen' down the crossroads at midnight, where'pon i was met with legba hisself. first, i nearly lost my nerve an' fled when i seen his big red eyes, and balls o' fire spillin from his mouth, but i worked up the courage. we struck a deal, a trade, a soul for fa-cil-it-y...'

physically, internet doesn't seem to have undergone any changes- is perhaps a little jumpier than i remember. anxious as hell as a matter of fact.
he didn't dwell on the subject of his 'deal', but did woefully mention later that now his own mama won't even speak with him. "chased me straight off the front porch", he said.
i'm not sure what to make of all this, really. am not even certain i believe it. the internet does has a tendency to embellish the truth when it's not completely making things up.
just thought this was noteworthy, and am just reporting the events as they were put to me.
-but wondering whether or not to pray for the poor guy, would it even do him any good?

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