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Monday, October 29th, 2007
12:59 pm - Existential Musings

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Sunday, September 2nd, 2007
1:33 pm

Well, hello to you, dear old Beat Box.  After receiving a moderation approval from beacon today, I realized that there were a few more posts waiting on approval and it slipped by me somehow. And here I thought that the community was just dead.

Anyone up for another go? I'll post a few more topics and maybe this place will generate some love again.

Your topic for this week is:

Prisoner's Cinema

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Tuesday, May 16th, 2006
12:25 pm

I'll take this poem and post it on your head.
magnetic like so you can't forget it
or loose it. or escape from it.

I'll take this poem and and write it on your mind.
remind you of all the pain you put me through.
all the hurt, and heartbreak. and shreading of my dreams.

I'll take these tears and flood your dreams.
let you taste the salty-sweet aftermath of your devestation.
let you drown in my misery.

I'll take these words and stamp them in your heart
so you feel them ever after.
and you aknowledge your own suffering and defeat.

I'll take your lies and show you for what you are.
your selfishness and denial and pain.
I'll bare your soul to your own eyes so you look and truly See.

I'll post this poem for the world to see.
a magnet on the eternal icebox of deceit.
and you'll wallow in your misery. and your infamy.

I'll take your heart for the one you took from me.
you will seek and never find.
you will feel empty and know exactly why.

and i'll keep it from you until you return what's mine to me.

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Friday, July 7th, 2006
2:06 am - magnetic poetry

can you bottle words on a fridge or metallic desktop
can you piece together automatic writing the same as cutting it out from newspapers
and magazines like a serial killer or secret admirer?

remember when they first came out and were all the rage
i picked up the plastic box containing letters on plastic on magnetic strips
and wondered
how can this cost $15?

is poetry free
can you market it
are people really that lazy?
how does it compete with pen on paper, pencil on notepad, scissors and print?
---typewriters vs keyboards--
does the writing change with the medium?
does the writer's voice find other arcs
like split personalities within the self
through touch or idea of transference through the new object possessed?

then i wondered
when looking at a friend's fridge
how many people read what they've arranged?
how many people change what exists and what possesses them to?
how long does it take for the originator to notice their original has become the ghostwriting?
do poltergeists ever rewrite as a prank without being discovered?
if it is in a specific patterned shape like a spiral or square- was the poet more interested in the pattern or the meaning between the words?

is poetry magnetic or is it more attractive when carved into wood, stone, or a bus stop's window?

how permanent is anything so transient
and how long should anything last?

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Sunday, September 2nd, 2007
11:03 am

What's a mix you've made recently? Inspiration?

Heres mine inspired by bioshock!

current mood: Bioshocked

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Sunday, May 14th, 2006
6:49 pm - New Prompt!

Okay, so this place has gotten real stagnant. I'm going to throw out my own prompt to see if anyone responds. So this week/month's prompt is:

Magnetic Poetry

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Sunday, January 22nd, 2006
8:29 am - For Danielle

"If the world seems to rain down on you
And cloudy skies block the sunlight,
If oppressive silence covers the world like dew
And kindred souls have taken flight,
Change the tune.

Go dancing barefoot in the wet grass
To the music no one can hear,
Go running running running fast
Through the fields my dear.

And you can change the tune,
From a hard stone sidewalk to a green fluffy field,
And you can change the tune,
From a thistle to a flower underneath your heel.
Change the tune,
Change the tune...."

current mood: motherly

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Saturday, January 21st, 2006
12:52 pm

I have no thoughts on cadmium yellow, but I do have data. Maybe someone will glean inspiration from it.

Cadmium is a soft bluish-white ductile malleable toxic bivalent metallic element (from WordNet). The word stems from cadmia, the Latin word for calamine, which is hemimorphite, or Zn4Si2O7(OH)2·H2O. Cadmia is from the Greek word kadmeia, which means "earth" in Theban Greek. According to Theban legend, the hero Cadmus was a Phoenician prince who killed a dragon. He planted the dragon's teeth in the ground, and an army of men grew out of them. The men began fighting one another until only five were left. Cadmus and these five men founded the city of Thebes.

Yellow, of course, is the hue evoked in a human observer by radiant energy having a wavelength between 570 and 590 nanometers.

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Monday, January 16th, 2006
3:27 pm - Her sheets are cadmium yellow.

When I think camdium yellow I think of her. When I think dandmium yellow I think of her. Black or white and any shade of grey I think of her. It just so happens to be that the rays of sun at 3 in the p.m. reflecting off of my window and any other 3-d image outside of it happen to be glowing cadmium yellow. Cadmium yellow, so interesting the subject to be. The reason why I'm awake and not asleep is because I was cordially invited, yes I, Rebecca Vigil to take a nap with my gorgeous and lovely girlfriend a good well let's say 20 minutes ago possibly 21 now. But I was already sleeping! We talked we talked I told her to nap well and we'll probably see each other later tonight and fall asleep. But I want to fall asleep now! Why am I still here writing this! I couldn't possibly fall asleep. Thoughts of sleeping alone and sleeping with her debated in my mind at rapid paces causing me to rush upstairs and turn the pc on. To find this community that I've neglected oh so well! Why am I here? Why am I here?! oh brisk thoughts OH MY GOD MY TEA MIGHT BE burning. Oh lord.

The tea is fine. Lipton it is. So the reason why I am here is because I'd get there, I'd kiss her...be suctioned to her face and we wouldn't sleep. I had a much more detailed scenario in my head but I'm sure you can leave your imagination up to details. I just want her to nap...well, and I don't want to keep her awake.

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Sunday, January 15th, 2006
3:21 am - kad • mee • uhm yel • low

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Saturday, January 14th, 2006
11:55 pm - cadmium yellow

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1:38 pm

my mother's sheets just happen to be cadmium yellow.Collapse )

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2:57 pm

You can't have eyes that are cadmium yellow. You can't have eyes that are cadmium yellow. You can have eyes that are lemon, but then they are lemon yellow. Ahem. Ok.

Notice the morning you wake up from a broken night,
from a night when you have been broken,
how every hue is embossed with life like your mother's fancy napkins,
and how morning is still morning at 3p.m.
if you have only just woken up.
The walls are no longer nicotined: they are cadmium yellow.
Experience is no longer a stipulation for understanding.
The feathers of the bird outside your window
are self-explanatory.
Yes indeed, the day could begin with out you,
and it waited, just the same.
Unlikely as it is, suck that up like syrup,
swallow the little world.

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2:28 pm

No matter how long it takes, we all grow up.
No matter how grown up we are, we always remain children.

Dedicated to, and to all who are friends with, frontporchmafia

Front Porch Mafia
We are the Front Porch Mafia
We sit and tell our wits
Sing our tales
Speak our songs
Spring, night, summer, day, winter, afternoon, and autumn
Our Bohemianisms bounce in resonance
Incarnations of muses
Controlling the ether
Spinning destiny with dreams
Imprisoning truth in a transparent gelatinous suspension
We sing the body ecletic
We muse the mind eccentric
We praise the soul ecstatic
We fuck the body electric
We are each others' inspirations
We drive.
We drive-by redundancy, stagnance, and noncreativity
And jump on and squish their brains and their hearts
Until beauty is sown into the bloody pavement
And souls are reborn into transcendence
We are the Front Porch Mafia

current mood: creative

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Monday, January 9th, 2006
11:11 pm

Okay, kids.

Prompt time. I know it's been awhile, but most of the major players here have been busy.

The topic for now is

"Cadmium Yellow".

Love, love.

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11:22 am - MY PICTURES

dear live journal nazis...yes you

the photos have been taken off...

thank you

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Sunday, January 8th, 2006
7:11 pm - procratisnation is reverse

when i want to eat something unhealthy...
i just tell myself, "you can eat it later"

but like always

later never comes

that's what I had to do when i stopped using drugs and alcohol

i told myself that i would do it later...

7 years sober now...so later never came


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10:33 am - myspace is sucking hard

the difference between the people on myspace and live journal?

about 50 IQ points...lol

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Friday, January 6th, 2006
11:55 am

can i post free form thought here or does it have to have a subject

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Saturday, November 19th, 2005
10:50 am


Hello kiddos, here's a new cool website to go to when you are bored and looking for a laugh. Hosted by

it's brand new and you should give him feedback.

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