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CONCUSSIVE RHAPSODY PT. 1CONCUSSIVE RHAPSODY OF A DRUNKEN REPROBATECONCUSSIVE RHAPSODY PT. 1
Reading Faulkner can be a migraine-inducing nose-bleeding task especially when you have a concussion but Abaslom! Abaslom! I respect the man and his obsession with run-on sentences. Writing thinking inspired by Faulkner, all-hopped-up on caffeine and pounding at the keys like Jerry Lee Lewis, not thinking just writing and letting my stream-of-conscious flow like a mad, turbulent river. Banged my head good did I. Six or seven concussions in my life, probably now concussion syndrome. Each new one bruises your brain and damages you more. It’s nausea loss of equili
by ~Al-Delphophagy
NO SALVATIONNO SALVATIONNO SALVATION
I tried to save the world, But I can’t even save myself.
I tried to save the girl, But she can’t even help herself.
So I let the girl slip away, And had my final cry.
So I let the world slip away, And said my last goodbye.
by ~Al-Delphophagy
LUCKY CHARMS...3/19/07LUCKY CHARMS...
A VERY "LUCKY" ST. PATRICK'S DAY
As you all know, this past Saturday was St. Patrick's Day. I decided to celebrate the occasion by shooting heroin between my toes (all the veins in my arms and legs have collapsed), huffing Scotchguard out of an air sickness bag and enjoying an hours' worth of auto-erotic asphyxiation (in honor of INXS' Michael Hutchence).
Anyways, after having a stroke and recuperating via a fifth of Scotch I had filched from my AA sponsor, I headed over to O'Halloran's Irish Bar. The place was packed, but I found a seat in the corner, and to my surprise, realized the little per
by ~Al-Delphophagy
IN COLD BLOOD...IN COLD BLOOD....IN COLD BLOOD...
Last night, I experienced one of the most terrifying and tragic moments of my life. I had been drinking heavily, eating uncooked ground beef (my stove was broke) and watching Little Rascal episodes while perusing pornographic magazines when I passed out. I woke up around 3 a.m. to the sound of a door opening. Sensing an intruder was in my midst, I snuck into my bedroom and removed one of the three shotguns I keep under my pillow. Scared, slightly intoxicated and reeking of raw meat, I tiptoed into my kitchen, prepared for the worst.
Alas, my fears proved true, as I spotted a shadowy fi
by ~Al-Delphophagy
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- Current Residence: Bedford Hills, NY
- Interests: Writing, reading, Green Bay Packers, no-rules extreme fighting
- Favourite movie: All the Real Girls, Rushmore, Dead Alive, Annie Hall, From Justin to Kelly
- Favourite band or musician: Nirvana, Radiohead, Air Supply, whichever member of Milli Vanilli is still alive
- Favourite genre of music: Alpine Yodeling
- Favourite poet or writer: F. Scott Fitzgerald, Raymond Carver, Cormac McCarthy, Flannery O'Connor, Dr. Phil
- Shell of choice: Artillery
- Personal Quote: "What I REALLY want to do is write." (a little sarcasm, folks)
- Tools of the Trade: Machete, Morning Star, Lochaber Axe, Allan Wrench
- AIM: vardamanfisch
- MSN: allandart@hotmail.com
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