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Bored In '77
2008-03-26 06:11:00
no x-box at 13or even ataribut we had Exene& Joey Ramone...back thenwe tossed dimesstolen from mom'sbrown thrift store purseagainst a red brickgraffiti marred schoolyard wallloser had to stand w/ hands fullof spare changein front of Ed's Liquor& charm college girlsto score us a pintof bacardi 151 rumwe'd pass the bottlecut thru alleysend up at Universityof Arizona Hospital& run the stepsto the roofto toss the doctorslounge chairsinto the parking lotjust to watch them breaknever to landon their feetlike the old gray tomcatwe launched intothe sunsetonly to landthen jump much like usblindly intothe speeding carsof our youthto survive an impactthat left usquite alive yet scarredRC Edrington
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Green Crack
2008-03-25 21:24:00
On St. Pat's day this year (2008), cops in Ohio seized green crack. It was apparently dyed that color for the holiday. Nice marketing ploy drug dealers, but at close inspection of your "rocks' you used way too much baking soda when you rocked the stuff up. I would have beat your asses. Five suspects were arrested during the transaction. Washington County Sheriff, Larry Mincks, was asked if he had every seen something like this before. He stated a few years ago they had confiscated some red colored crack at Christmas time. It is good to see Ohio crack dealers making an effort to spread the holiday cheer among customers, huh? Source story: The Smoking Gun.RC Edrington
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South Park Free & Legal
2008-03-25 13:33:00
If you are a huge fan of South Park , then you will want to hop on over to South Park Studios. Riding a new wave in online video entertainment, you can now watch every single episode of South Park in high quality definition video on their site. I must have lost about 2 hours time yesterday watching 4 episodes. Be careful kids, it is quite addictive.Each episode of approximately 21 minutes pauses at the 7 and 14 minute mark to run a very short advertisement of less than 1 minute. Not a bad trade off to be able to view totally free and uncensored full episodes. To my knowledge, while some television shows offer a few episodes available free online, South Park is the only show making available its entire show catalog.South Park | Online Video | RC Edrington
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Bless You Father
2008-03-24 10:20:00
as a former Catholicbent by boozeI now understandwhat years of Massfailed to teachif the Pope relaxedhis staunch stanceagainst birth control& abortionit would severely limitthe dating poolof all hischild fuckingpriestsRC Edrington
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Guilty Pleasure: Tunes
2008-03-23 20:56:00
Sundays, especially Sundays that involve religious holidays I am not prone to celebrate or acknowledge, I enter a state of vegetation by cranking up the tunes all day and writing. My weird taste in tunes that I currently hear playing is the crux of this brief meaningless essay... Mixed in with with my Johnny Thunders, Clash, the Velvet Underground and other late 70s type punk and underground bands are some guilty pleasures. Songs that I dig listening too now, but totally ignored when they were first played on AM/FM radio in the late 1970s. I always justify the inclusion of these songs on my play-list in fake hipness by telling friends that these tunes are stuff Joey Ramone most likely listened to when he wasn't trying to be cool. Of course this isn't really the case, but it sounds good.Anyway, here are some very uncool tunes I listen to. Music off all kinds has been more of an influence on me than literature throughout the years. However I found out at a much early age that I coul...
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Barrio Libre
2008-03-23 04:19:00
blood of junkies bloominto shared syringeslike the sweet,dewy fruit blossomon a worn barrel cactusburied amidst brokenCorona bottles & stale corn husktamale wrappersthat linethe pus filled veinof cracked asphaltseeping its wayup South 6th Avenueinto the crackedpresidio adobe houseswhere Mexican grandmothers rolltortillas betweenarthritic fingers& gunshotsRC Edrington
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Burned Beyond Recognition
2008-03-21 19:40:00
Not Black Flag, a few gray hairs...ok, a lot of gray hairs, but Hank still has it. Too bad his spoken word performances went from being just shooting the shit with the audience to boring Bill Maher type rambles. Anyway, this is still one of my fave songs, kiddies.RC Edrington
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Telepathic Chat
2008-03-21 19:27:00
Well, sort of. Scientists have demonstrated a new "neck band" technology that allows someone to make a phone call without using their voice. Through training, a person is able to send nerve signals to the neckband using their vocal chords without uttering a sound. Trippy, huh? A wireless computer converts the signal to words, which are then spoken by a computerized voice. Check out the video, or read the reference article.RC Edrington
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Everything I Say Is A Poem
2008-03-20 20:35:00
She hadn't spoken since they found her. No failed gunshot. No blood trailing from the wrist like some polluted stream where teenagers toss beer bottle caps and watch them float drunkenly into tomorrow. No pill bottle next to her rain slick body to reflect the emptiness she tried to leave behind.She'd climbed to the top of the Bank of America building downtown. An old tape deck in her lap sung the hiss and pop of 70s AM radio hits. Hall & Oates. "She's Gone" lingered in the background like some soft buoyant cloud cutting thru the sunlight to erase the rain.In her hands, a 6ft steel mop handle pointed to the sky like a steeple...as she prayed for lightening. The janitor reeked of malt liquor. Ball-parked she'd been up here at least two days.A week in this state run mental health facility and no one knew her name. After noon meds, I sat beside her in a pink beanbag chair. Sipped a diet Pepsi and read through Whitman's "Leaves of Grass" for the hundredth time. She looked up from he...
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Female Body: Chalk
2008-03-20 02:59:00
Here is another piece done in chalk on black canvas of my favorite subject matter: the female body. Again, I use chalk drawing as a form of relaxation. I just crank the tunes and start chalking. Sometimes I use a live model. Sometimes, as in this case, I work from a photo. RC Edrington
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Doll Parts: Mixed Media
2008-03-19 20:52:00
This mixed media piece began as a photograph. From there I adjusted the lighting and skin tone colors. The image was the printed. From there I applied chalk and stencils to the photo. The photo was then re-photographed. Went through a light wash, and now exists here as a finished project. Many thanks to the model. Click photo for larger version. Enjoy.RC Edrington
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Six Months
2008-03-19 04:18:00
Plans are underway. Six months from now I will officially leave my self imposed asylum and rejoin the day to day rat race in which I thrive. Tucson, Arizona, here I come.Regular readers of this blog are well aware of the details that led me to this exile. For the rest of you I shall be brief: I left Arizona after the death of some very close running mates and found my self swirling into the tiny cesspool of non-existence in the tip of a thin syringe. I needed to be not only somewhere safe, somewhere I could kind of take a break from life awhile, but somewhere that lacked the easy access to the numerous poisons and chemicals available to erase the soul.The back mountains of Arkansas proved to be the place for this "transformation". A place so boring and so out of touch with everyday reality that I could quickly and easily disappear into the backdrop of the Ozark mountains. On top of that, I had a 2 year probation on a trumped up misdemeanor charge that would have been impossible to a...
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Ghosts Of Hollywood
2008-03-18 05:49:00
*from the collection "Use Once & Destroy"sirens echo screamsthru this paper thinhotel wallseems we all have animalswe must cagedragons we must chaseI close my eyesor do my eyesclose meas horses tongue lapsthrough my bloodstreamI fuck the ghostsof hollywood starletteson cotton swab clouds& down in the alleyjudy garland leansher anorexicjunkie shouldersagainst a piss stainedred brick wallhikes her pink silk sleeveto revealpowder blue veinsthat scar her armof alabaster marbleand tonitejudy & Iare not afraidto diewould be likesticking our tonguesinstead ofsimply our soulsbetween midnitesbruised thighsas we driftlike nervous ghostsinto the silhouetteof this momentRC Edrington
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Potraits From A Barrio Toilet Stall
2008-03-18 05:44:00
* from the now out of print chapbook of the same name.semen bleedsacross a flatstomach intoa piercedbelly buttonlike bloodswelling in aslaughterhousefloor drainclogged by a torncondom wrapperan empty 1/2 pintvodka bottleexplodes likea molotov cocktailinto a shit& vomit pluggedtoilet bowlmanicured fingersflip a $20crack rockinto a blackmascara drenchedface pimpledby sweatyteenage fearan hour oldtampon clingsto the freshlypolished heelof a black Oxfordas a steel parkbathroom doorslams closedsunlight rapesthe oiled darknesslike a thievesflashlight ina vacant houseRC Edrington
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MySpace: Holy Fucking Christ...
2008-03-18 01:43:00
For those of you who must feel some closeness to me, or just wish to contribute to the general chaos that is the internet...yes I have a MySpace account. Please note, I only accept about 10% of all self invitees, so no crying. To find my lame page go here: PunkMojo. As with my email, personal replies are not guaranteed...and are most oft ignored.RC Edrington
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The Truth About Leprechaun's
2008-03-17 18:04:00
Despised for their religious beliefs and funny accents by the American majority, Irish immigrants had trouble finding even menial jobs. When Irish Americans in the country's cities took to the streets on St. Patrick's Day to celebrate their heritage, newspapers portrayed them in cartoons as drunk, violent monkeys.However, the Irish soon began to realize that their great numbers endowed them with a political power that had yet to be exploited. They started to organize, and their voting block, known as the "green machine," became an important swing vote for political hopefuls. Suddenly, annual St. Patrick's Day parades became a show of strength for Irish Americans, as well as a must-attend event for a slew of political candidates. In 1948, President Truman attended New York City 's St. Patrick's Day parade, a proud moment for the many Irish whose ancestors had to fight stereotypes and racial prejudice to find acceptance in America.As for the Leprechaun: The original Irish name fo...
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To Believe
2008-03-17 03:44:00
your moonlit brushed wideadobe eyesfailed to blink closedwhen Renee registeredthen tappeda hidden vein& melted heroinlike tortilla lardinto my half-decadepure bloodthat drunkenSaturday nightI dragon chaseda 1/4 gramSummer criedfake black mascaraprison bars down herbruised cheeksonto your pillow& swore to leaveclaimed everyonewould blameher dope demonfor re-awaking mineso tonightyou hold melike a fallen brittle idolyou fearmay shatterwhile Summer swimsthru vomit& piss stained dreamson the cold tiledbedroom floor& you swearyou love me& that Summer onlyever really criesif she hasto share her dopeRC Edrington
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Google Sky
2008-03-14 03:25:00
For all you wanks too lazy to download Google Earth, check out the brand new version of Google Sky available in browser format: Google Sky. From your browser you can smoke some doobage, scope out the skies...planets, galaxies, constellations, and other mega cool shit. Much cooler than looking at the filth available on this planet (including your local bookstore).Navigation is as simple as using Google Maps, and their are cool icons and graphics to help you navigate the virtual galaxy. More details: Official Google Blog. But trust me on this kids, the historical maps of the sky and Hubble telescope images kick some serious space ass.Then again, you could steal a telescope from the local pawn shop and check out some of this stuff first person...you wanks do that anymore?RC Edrington

Love Poem for Bridget
2008-03-12 15:54:00
I didn't intendto miss you morethan the few momentsit took to wrinkle a few t shirts& a torn pair of jeansinto a rucksack now 2000 miles& 375 days of memorythe flop housesare just as crowdedthe sex even moremeaninglessthan the sugar cutheroin my veinsstill ache forbut some nightswhen candlelight bendsat a perfect angleI catch a tiny glimpseof your facein the meth glossed eyesof teenage girlswho spread widetheir souls& legsbefore the godsof this street life& wish notthat you were herebut that I for one final timecould melt intoyour bloodstreamlike a warm poppy tinged kissRC Edrington
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Living In The Past
2008-03-12 15:11:00
thru walls thin like paperchildhood televisionsare obsoletethe muffled woman criesnext door intofisted balls of toilet paperas fresh washed dishesexplode like hand grenadesagainst a lockedbathroom doorI sip another glassof cheap drugstore whiskeytuck my chin to kneesbehind a musty closet doorthis night is a nightof commercial-free reruns& ends in broken bonesRC Edrington
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Without A Net: The Poetry Reading
2008-03-10 13:41:00
The cafe is cold, stainless steel. Musty air reeks of soured tea. Sweaty dreadlocks. I keep my pen and nose tucked into a battered black leather notebook. I do this not for the sake of art or even literature. I do this perhaps the way a prisoner details his surroundings in want of future escape. I am the condemned man. I yearn to replace the dull empty spaces of these white prison cell walls with windows to reflect like mirrors the shattered images of man who either lost or found salvation through the tip of thin syringe.The waitress smiles "Hollywood" through crayon greased lips. Candy-apple red. Her bloodshot eyes dream if only tomorrow could be today...and today she fills my coffee mug half-full. She is quite aware of the silver flask tucked neatly inside the front pocket of my worn bomber jacket, and the vodka it contains to numb me through this night (and every other night) of plastic people with their fake smiles and trivial personalities. Only I seem to notice the tiny red bl...
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Birthday
2008-03-09 01:13:00
No broads. No booze. No drugs. No party that lasted well into the next day. Everything was mellow. My lil-nephew took my to eat a "Flying Burrito", which was quite tasty, and then we landed back at his house to play a few games on his Wii system. Of course he totally kicked my ass. He also gave me a stuffed red bear with Harley Davidson chaps and jacket just like the one he remembered me giving him around 4. Smart kid.This sister kicked me a new pair of Nike sneakers and four pairs of jeans. She knows how I roll. A few hours later I was driven up the highway back into the lovable wasteland I call home. It was a great day. Just sorry that my life is in this state of perpetual chaos, that I am limited to fond, memorable days such as this only once or twice per year.RC Edrington
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Another Year...
2008-03-08 00:05:00
RC Edrington
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Weed, Shotguns, & Snakeskin Boots
2008-03-03 07:45:00
It started with clay pigeons. Most likely sometime in 1985. Booze and drugs have a way of wearing on the memory like an evil wind carving out a mountain wall. 1985. Jim, my best buddy at the time, and I would load his shotguns and a box of clay pigeons into his dad's puke green Chevy Nova and head out into the middle of the Sonoran Desert. We'd get stoned on whatever weed was floating around at the time and take turns blasting the clay targets out of the sky.At some point we grew tired of shooting the clay pigeons and decided to start shooting the nasty jack rabbits...who from our view point were useless creatures anyway...because the only time we ever really saw the fuckers close up was on the highway asphalt splattered by cars. Our wasted quasi-punk philosophy of the time being: if something was too stupid to preserve itself, then it deserved to die. Besides, the only thing alive in that desert beside diamondback rattlesnakes were coyotes...and the Red Hot Chili Peppers had sung...
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This Aint No Punk Rock Song
2008-03-01 10:05:00
tattoo stained kidsslam dope insideporcelain shatteredbathroom stallswhere even rats avoidhepatitis laced syringesflicked likecigarette butts intoa piss soaked corner& there is nohip soundtrack bleedingfrom a stolen boom-boxto make any of this shitbeautiful or cool& as for artJenny & the girls saythey got no use for artless he's got a $20 bill& needs his dick suckedRC Edrington
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Messiah
2008-02-23 08:06:00
Jen consecratesher disciplesone blow jobat a timefor the purestdime cuttaste of heavenher martyred tearspurified by firein a bent teaspoonthen strainedthru a cotton strandtorn like gauzefrom a dirty red& white stockingthe same filthy red & white knee-highstockingI will tourniquetaround her thintattooed armto stave offcellulitisfrom creepingits bruised fingerstowards her heartwhile I shake& slap herinto awarenesswe need to dial 911& not her dealerRC Edrington
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2008 UK Indy Music Awards
2008-02-22 01:28:00
Firebug, one of my fave new rock bands, has been nominated for Best New Rock Act for the 2008 UK Indy Music Awards . This event will take place in London in April. This means all of you need to do me a favor: submit a vote for them! This is a real simple process you can do on your computer in between surfing your fave porn sites. So go give Firebug a listen, then click here to vote. Do this for good karma and stuff.RC Edrington
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Updates & Musings
2008-02-21 09:17:00
Recently I've been surfing through some of the back issues of the poetry and short story ezine, Red Fez. Found some good reads. If you have yet to familiarize yourself with this ezine...do so. You can find a piece of mine in the current issue. I will also be making an appearance in the March issue of Underground Voices, and the upcoming print issue of Zygote In My Coffee. Don't forget to support the small press.With a reasonably clear head, and a fairly pure bloodstream, I am making plans to return to Tucson, Arizona. See you all soon, I have been away much too long. While I have enjoyed my little retreat here in the Ozarks, I have found absolutely nothing of inspiration to make me stay. So like a moth tempted by flame, I am ready to dive back into the home fire. There's no place like home...Debbie Kirk is currently accepting submissions for her follow up to the Dope anthology. This time around the focus is on the small press. A lot of good writers are already involved, and I wil...
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No Future
2008-02-20 03:15:00
outside Sam's Liquor Storechildren dabble in cigarettestheir stolen bicyclesscattered in the dusty alleylike wounded horseslast nightthey pillaged McDonald's,threw frozen beef pattiesat cars on slow cruiseup & down the bruised blvd.even Josethe neighborhood dope dealeroffered them jobsmaking heroin dropsafter schoolbut like tiny firessoon consumed into onethese kidsjust continue to burn& burn chaos throughthe sleepy barrio streetsRC Edrington
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Mass Weirdness: Abduction?
2008-02-18 03:12:00
Few people know this story. At the time it took place I was unable to rationalize as to what had happened. Time has not granted me anymore understanding now than then. Few people were told this story because I felt then, as I do now, that emotional neophytes should not be granted free commentary on my reality. Besides, the admission of this story would only add fuel to the flames that were starting to slow burn thru my sanity in relation to the absurd society I found myself a slave to.Dates tend to blur thru my head into a giant mass of nothingness, and instead of getting lost down those dark and unfruitful alleyways...let's say this tale took place sometime in the late 1980s. When blood flowed pure through my veins, and even booze was just something I dabbled in on weekends. I often find it quite odd that during those few short years of my life when my mental clarity was at its peak, the most confusing and unclear event happened to me. I was working graveyard shift at a copper sme...
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