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Messages - Don Coyote

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Well fuck, I think my old blind dog is dying. And I have a midterm tomorrow morning and classes all day until 10pm.

This is shitty timing. Shitty, shitty timing.

 :cry:

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Literate Chaotic / Army Time
« on: May 21, 2015, 02:35:52 pm »
Army Time

Army Time is Sideways Time
It is time bent folded compressed
Stored slammed shoved into
Green canvas bags

Army time is hook and loop
Frayed, barely serving its functions
Abused, over-used long past its prime

Army time is tan briefs
No one wants them
Everyone gets them
They fall apart before their time
Caked with sweat and piss and shit
Stained with semen and blood

Army time is Sideways time
Compressed until it cracks and oozes
Spreading everywhere uselessly
Compressed until one hour is one day
One becomes two
Two become more
Units become meaningless

Army time builds up
Trapped in your guts
Compacted, impacted

Army time wants to be your time
It wants you to want it

Army time hitches a ride home
Coiled in your bowels
Like a dragon in an epic

Army time makes you suffer
Sometimes silently
Sometimes with sound and fury
Signifying nothing but also something

Army time
It stinks

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Or Kill Me / Re: Depression Makes the World Narrow
« on: May 08, 2015, 03:03:56 am »
Well this very well sums out how I feel on occasion, both with content and the appearance. I've been rereading it off and on all day trying to come up with more to say beyond that.

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Hrm. Reenlist and get my stripes, or finally leave the army knowing they won't be able to snatch me back. Maybe I'll finally become real people.

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Oh and it's time to start stressing out about the GRE and grad school applications.

I almost had a breakdown over that in December after I graduated. I'm not even sure I want to go anymore.

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Hurry up and wait, airline food, army chow, and foot funk is making me poetical. I haven't shit in 3 days.

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Tuesday I fly out to Indiana to pretend I'm a soldier for a week.


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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Where I am
« on: April 20, 2015, 02:01:18 am »
Also, holy shit Coyote. That was amazing.

Thanks ECH.

Also,
This is one hell of a thread.  Thanks for that, ECH.
what LMNO said. So much great in this thread.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: BIG MAN PLANS
« on: April 14, 2015, 08:24:51 pm »
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When I am rich, I will bring water to Tucson just to spite it.

You know exactly how this will end. It'd be like that Ice palace/rink that got built in Turkmenistan(?). Shit idea. On so many levels. Where-ever that one was, all it did was cause malaria and mosquitos to spread like fuck.

And this insane fucker wants to do this. To Tucson.

WHAT THE FUCK WOULD SPREAD FROM TUCSON. WHAT. WHAT. EVIL AND HELL IS FUCKING WHAT.

I honestly don't know how much evidence you puppet fuckers need before you do what must be fucking done and string up the false mexico for his string of offences and continued plotting of offences against humanity on what is clearly intended to be a global scale causing death, famine, panic and the simultaneous spread of Gene and Richard Simmons DVDS to collections worldwide.

Any civilised society would have skinned him from their fingernails, slowly. Your restraint causes questions on your moral character.

We shall discuss Roger in due course. We first need to find a jury of "peers" that can later be convicted accordingly.

Have you ever seen reconstituted 100% natural thousand year old organically dried coyote poop dust?

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: BIG MAN PLANS
« on: April 14, 2015, 08:18:19 pm »
When I am rich, I will buy enough latex to finally protect Portland from the menace that shall remain nameless because I am not rich therefore lack the latex to protect even myself.

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I have just been informed that nobody beneath the rank of salaried supervisor shall have chairs with armrests.

I am not kidding.  I have been directed to purchase chairs without armrests to replace any such chairs in my department that are not used by me.

I responded affirmatively, and accidentally copied everyone in the North American system.

What the hell is her malfunction?

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It would be really cool if I could sleep.   :kingmeh:

The Reverend hath murthered sleep and so Howl shall sleep no more. Roger shall sleep no more.

In another 3 hours, I'll break the Holy™ barrier.

Grab your asses, puny humans.

Well that explains why my pance stopped fitting suddenly.

That's only the beginning.  I just shattered my underpance.

I don't even WEAR underpance.

That explains the smell of burning glass.

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It would be really cool if I could sleep.   :kingmeh:

The Reverend hath murthered sleep and so Howl shall sleep no more. Roger shall sleep no more.

In another 3 hours, I'll break the Holy™ barrier.

Grab your asses, puny humans.

Well that explains why my pance stopped fitting suddenly.

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I feel like I got the peedees and I need to bore a hole in my skull.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Where I am
« on: April 13, 2015, 10:21:57 pm »
I've been having a lot of sideways times.

Sometimes I got my points plotted, but then some jackhole spills jack all over my map.
Sometimes I got a solid azimuth but then some jackhole peels a magnet from my cover.
Sometimes I got 8 digits but half the digits are letters or flavors.

I got a fresh box of squares and
I got a fresh box of batteries and
I got a fresh box of bullets and
I got a fresh box of rippits and
I got a fresh box of honeybuns but

Then the sky turns orange and
Smells of diesel
Hydraulic fluid
Cutting oils

The t-walls shake

That's not rain but

Then it's rain

I can see where, but can I truly know?
Do I need roads?
Do I need eyes?

I am from the desert.
But the deserts all bleed together.

I look out at the sky.
The flat flat flat white-gray sky.

It's so white it hurts.
It threatens rain, but never rains in my desert.

I look out at the turf.
The ground is green, then yellow, then brown.

They said I was smart.
They said I was well-spoken.
They said I was going places.

They just never said where, or how.

They all assumed I'd know where and how I'd get where I should go.

I can see where I've been.
I can see how I got here.
I still don't know where I am.

I went from one desert
To the desert of the city
(At least it had a beach and solid steel sky)
To the sticky version of the desert the wrong coast has
To a desert I couldn't go out to touch
A timeshare desert
Held in abeyance by t-walls

But here it's cold
and
dank
and
dreary
and the grass never stops growing even though grass and dank and cold and drear don't belong in the desert.

Inside it's still the 80s and 90s
Outside it flips from the 50s to the 60s to the wrong future

 

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