I really like this http://handheldeditions.blogspot.com/


I ing the expired espresso shots and melted ice in my cup I do feel like an addict about to scrape the resin from the cashed bowl in my bong.
To all those I've loved and lost and never loved at all-
Jack Kerouac wrote about his travels across America.
Jewel has a line: wandering wandering I could spend my life traveling the length of your body each night.
My story is something like that.

Here are the parts of the book I didn't know I was writing:
I don't even know where my latin is-
the one with the serious venire with the googly eyes from Fresco banging for serious on the drum feeling the lifting resignations resoundiing twi light embers- I almost wrote about him.
And children still stand wide eyed so we can have this poetic moment to talk about inoscence.
But I don't have time to be tragic...
I will laugh at the distractions until I remember to cry again.
I can't open my eyes more than this
Oh dashaburry! I didn't see you there...

Silliman why is my cursor moving like that?

Well this is that random post.... contesting myself to have an original poetic moment in the here and the now. In this visual spacial Freud - er fraudulent place. Setting these markers we wonder if the in between moments are those that make the hot chocolate taste better. If it's the before or after Christmas that we enjoy the most, if it is really the little things- the text messaged smiles. they say don't sweat the small stuff and tough cookies whatever the fuck that means. Have you ever wondered why people actually say PU? Pew like when something is smelly? I think that great vowel shift is something to look into and whoever put an "s" in lisp was a cracker bastard. Also let you wonder what my best friend did today ask me. is there a synonym for synonym?

Play Flip at 18:30

Play flip at 18:30 im confused by the inconsistency of stop signs im carrying around a pen that doesn’t work and a blank paper which i keep loosing every time I go by that gas station I think of jonny and the garage incident and how much you shook the first time we had sex time trap I feel like a shy stripper taking my clothes off gargle is weird its one of those verbs where the action is actually as strange as the word sounds I might have to roll a cowboy and take his jacket the master of that kind of emptiness frozen images of masculinity and honour death solves so many problems but what of murder and suicide to what end is that day still puffy pink clouds stopping tricks of time stealing bread and sleeping under bridges the matyr poet see the scar through the ripped hole in my jeans there is a lot of space between sythesia parataxis a vague connection between a series of lines

Play flip at 18:30 im carrying around a pen that doesn’t work which i keep loosing by the inconsistency of stop every time I go by that gas station time trap I feel like a shy paper I think of jonny and the garage incident and stripper taking my clothes off gargle master of that kind of emptiness is weird its one stopping tricks of time stealing of but what of murder and suicide to those verbs as strange as the im confused signs and a blank word sounds I might sleeping under bridges have to roll a cowboy and take his jacket how much you shook the first time we had sex the frozen images of masculinity and honour death solves so many problems where the action is actually what end is that day still puffy pink clouds bread and the martyr poet see the scar through the ripped hole in my jeans there is a lot of space between synathesia- parataxis a vague connection between a series of lines

Play flip at 18:30 im carrying around a pen that doesn’t work which i keep loosing by the inconsistency of stop every time I go by that gas station time trap I feel like a shy paper I think of jonny and the garage incident and stripper taking my clothes off gargle master of that kind of emptiness is stopping tricks of time stealing of but what of how much you shook the first time murder and lot under bridges suicide to those verbs as strange as the im confused signs and a blank word sounds I might sleeping ripped hole in my jeans there is a have to roll a cowboy and we the martyr poet see the scar through had sex the frozen images of masculinity weird its one and honour death solves so many problems where the action is actually what end is that day still take his jacket puffy pink clouds bread and the of space between synathesia- parataxis a vague connection between a series of lines

I've got a goal- to be on Ron Silliman's Blog by January

Check out this blog: http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/

Van Der Waals Potentential

This is a the poem that is in the Journal "From East to West"

Van der Waals Potential

Feeling alive that’s what it’s about. 40 degree waves We have improved an atom interferometer experiment
to measure phase shifts due to Van der Waals atom-surface interactions
with enough precision to detect an unusual velocity dependence. And my breath caught being everything that I am. I kick it when it’s overcast We predict how the atom-surface interaction potentials should depend on light frequency, intensity, and polarization.

This is not a relationship it is simply bringing one common existence back together from whence it came.
The external cavity consists of a- you see me- I might not exist here. And feed forward laser current control system is simple and you know I’m trouble,
But you see that color that is everywhere-
with lithium vapor It’s been so long since I’ve written about the sunset.
We report spectra Violet mountains and it depends so imperatively on me blue shifted by Rotational band simulations show that the moments of inertia- when you grip my hair- throw me against there - the same vibronic fine structure. Feeling silent beauty- The fluorescence lifetime- Gripped tight- knuckles white implying substantial inhibition. Spinning round in my mind
- Unlike for many larger aromatic molecules, suffocating in reality We report high precision measurements of the Van der Waals potential- to report fucking and feel sexy but really feeling love- feeling something that doesn’t have to go away- We discuss how these measurements can set limits. So you’ll just hold my
core electrons and edge effects.

Publications

Some places where I am published:

This website actually has my name listed because I'm published in East to West. My poetry teacher found that and was excited.

This is the actual link to where you can hopefully read my poem... you might have to flip through the book unless you can get the search to work.http://www.geocities.com/pj_nights/

these are all the articles I have up now for work at the College of Pharmacy :

Ashlee Fisher
http://keys.pharmacy.arizona.edu/ashleyfisher.php(this was my first one and I didn't even get a by line..)

Ray Runyan
http://swehsc.pharmacy.arizona.edu/RC1/index.php
George Watts
http://swehsc.pharmacy.arizona.edu/genomics/index.php

About Summer internships: http://keys.pharmacy.arizona.edu/highlights/sotelo0509.phphttp://keys.pharmacy.arizona.edu/highlights/Fung0509.php

Highlights:
http://swehsc.pharmacy.arizona.edu/highlights/09/4/lindsey0409.php

Immortal Longings

Immortal Longings



When your poet speaks thou consciousness of life art character not poet the poets text: the text from birth constitution how swiftly a virgins more blood suite myself lines soul is stained bearing of a


· man suffer me in my room you not your love me my play ends
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