Show #19: "Springsteen: 2005-2009"
This might come off as being a little strange. I don't usually videotape myself for blogging purposes. I find that kind of thing revolting most of the time. But something came to me that I wanted to get out and I wasn't able to write it this time. So, rather than talking to the camera, which I don't think I can do, I used my roommate as an ear and I just videotaped a little rant in defense of Heath Ledger getting the Oscar. These thoughts resulted from the numerous ramblings that I was running across that expressed the opinion that he didn't deserve it and/or he wouldn't have received it if he were alive.
Bedbugs LXX
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All of it might end with being shot twice, in the story
that doesn't have a preference for how the page's
decay is set up. I, waiting for an ending, fail to realize
it's up to me to write it. Making excuses for blank
pages as the music starts up again, somewhere.
However he will appear in your work isn't revealed
in time. Can I save myself or the people I love if I don't
really know who they are, self included? Stark black and white
doesn't work when my eyes are blurred and gray is all
that comes out. Assistance could not publish the truth in time
even with the fact knowing I'd be here, you still came which
was impressive. I have to get outside before everyone comes
back and makes my clouded thoughts permanent.
Running outdoors, nobody's about. The park is dark and empty.
But I can hear someone calling me in the woods.
Back to before square one..
Next week's seven phrases/groups of words:
-before you were born
-the tape is completely blank
-easier to see when it's daylight
-lies of omission
-they made me this way
-warmth of friendship
-don't challenge me on it
-Adam
Bedbugs LXIX
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As a matter of fact, I do take responsibility. You brough
your own problems to the tabke without my help!
I realize severe mental frostbite caused by an unwinnable
argument. Particularly because everyone left.
I go home and try to get back in the game I promised
I'd return to. Breathing in and out was practiced.
What is my next move? Knowing it's going to be
a decaying at the gym, only ten years, twenty years
lost. Who will notice besides me? Get over it and
the victim act perfected will be ignored even if
I love the one doing it. Still wished I'd helped answer
the question of 'why me?' she can't stop saying. Then
maybe her record would stop and she could play outside.
No wonder I'm lethargic. Who's on the phone right now,
doesn't matter. It was never for me. I think.. am I right?
What is right? Probably the opposite of what I'm doing.
I wait. I'm my own distraction.
-shot twice, in the story
-waiting for an ending
-he will appear in your work
-stark black and white
-could not publish the truth in time
-knowing I'd be here, you still came
-back to before square one
-Adam
Bedbugs LXVIII
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The lights were put here to make you and anyone else
who ended up here handy. Rusty glass protecting a row of
ideas and inmates existing hand in hand with trust and
perseverence and temperatures dropped in seconds upon
agreement. There's no time to leave like the present and
who made that noise? It resembled the records in my
head and scared me..I may replace this head. If that's the
answer, he's very ill and should not be trusted or entrusted
with matters of the mind and heart. When will the
sentences come back together as I stand before the
podium and wish I could see the audience purposely
kept in shadow for reasons unrevealed to me.
Creativity is coming back, I'm promised. The lost
years will be made up for, says the doctor as he pours
himself a drink. My last hope? We could stay here forever
and see if it works who owns this today? Stop interrupting
me. bring me back a few years, or return me TO
those years. First one in nailed it.
Next chapter's seven phrases/groups of words:
-Severe mental frostbite caused by
-decaying at the gym
-only ten years, twenty years
-the victim act perfected
-still wished I'd helped answer
-who's on the phone right now
-I'm my own distraction
-Adam
Six Word Theater
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Inspired by the challenge of telling a story in six words,
I attempt to polish my skills by telling a six-word story
or phrase on select Wednesdays.
Feel free to "continue the story"
or start your own.
Today's entry:
'Tell me why
you don't communicate.'
-AB
Bedbugs LXVII
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I wish I saved you and could pull apart the layers of sounds
that damaged your head. Marked ahead of time and knowing the
best way out doesn't matter if you can anticipate
knowing everything up front. I try to clear the mental garbage
but then all I can hear is the basement's music again..it's faint
but it's there. The best way to understand me is to simply
try and try several times. Be patient..the temperature is
dropping because someone else is in the room. I who left
this here don't feel any need to reclaim it. There's no way out;
outside the cabin is a purpose you weren't meant for, boarding
up the windows seems like the best way to get back to your
original plans light but not lazy, a feeling and emotion and color
brings clarity to the piles of words I sift through to find
one not often used that can say a lot..tell me who to love.
Next chapter's seven phrases/groups of words
-rusty glass protecting a row of
-temperatures dropped in seconds
-he's very ill and should not
-we could stay here forever
-who owns this today
-bring me back a few years
-the first one in nailed it
-Adam
Bedbugs LXVI
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Bring it directly to the mouth of the cave and understand as
many things master of none as you can because it doesn't
read the proper way in any language. Waiting where it's warm
won't manage to impress anyone living in the hills, the cities
where you can't keep the pain bundled out. Endless illness
is imprinted in the toxicity I'm thinking through.
Who thinks it's a good idea? She means well, I promise this time
she's only thinking of sleep while you can because tomorrow
is an anxious aftermath that needs clearing out before
winter indoors and outdoors claims all of us.
I wake up and thoughts are ten percent straighter. Not
enough to survive though. Someone is waiting in that darkened
car across from us. He hasn't moved in days.
Am I the only one who can see him? It picks up this year
and nobody understands but I welcome it. It can't get
worse, I knew it was here.
Next chapter's seven phrases/groups of words:
-marked ahead of time
-knowing everything up front
-the best way to understand me
-who left this here
-outside the cabin is a
-light but not lazy
-tell me who to love
-Adam
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