Saturday, August 26, 2006


Taking POetry Writing and Salsa Danse Classes at community center to mke friends and be les lonely ok!
Working on a"Metaphor" for poetry class (see below!) What do you thinkk,


In High School they flatened your metal heart
full of cola because of what an
"amazing sound".


your drink went into the sidewalk
for no future one
to taste,
or to wake up or refresh toward the end
of a medioccre workday.


then the sun made your red cokecan color go away
and turned it gold.
But that took months
and no one knew about it,
especialy
not
you.


Then, someone found you years later by the dumpsters at the Race Tracks.
They knew something was hurting their eyes
it was you
they said wel i don like those corporate sugardrinks
but that parts gone now
it is actualy the most beautiful thingg
i have seen for a longtime.

I will keep it in my racecar
the next few laps
and see what hapens, maybe
it will bring
good luck.!



Tuesday, August 22, 2006

ALSO":

Dp NOT teell me HOW TO LIVE!!!

DO not even insintuate me how to live! !!!

had it to here of THAT!!!

Unless YOU CAN DRIVE A CAR 300mph!

PROUD to say I was born October 8. John Lennon Oct 9 and Dale Jr, Oct. 10! John Lennon also welvome to make me defensive about Life Choices. but Until i hear othewise from borthday friends main thing is, my volcano alive befoeer and after your coments, does not need you tending, check your own!

"End of story, any questions"!

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

I got a very weird email today, from someone I donot know. Maybe it is some kindo f adveritisement. I am not sure for what. Maybe you wil have a clue>

Here itis:

From: “Sunny Tang”
Subject: question about DESERT
Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2006 20:42:12 -0700

Lavva,

I’m at the library, may have to buzz off quick. So be forewarned my man.

There’s a new situation in the desert. A trampoline people fly from.

In the daytime the cleavage abundant. At night I saw a stick figure in a moonbeam though which was even more rad if you want to know the truth.

No one there will tell you life’s like chess.

Once you’ve been it’s not that hard to find again. The background’s everything at once. But what’s in front’s real specific, if not too well-thought-out. Like...your dad’s signature. The smell of sun in his hair.

Forgive me, but you do see my point.

So I’m thinking tonight why don’t you let Mr. Cordova fend for himself? He knows how to make a drink for Christ sake. He knows how to take a bottle off a shelf. Let’s forget ourselves like a puddle in the light. Maybe still a constellation left for us to name. I want to show you where to lie to feel the train. So what do you say we step out tonight?

Your faithful lab partner in crime,
Sunny TANG, man

What is going on, I am needing to KNOW!!!

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

theyDonot call me canyonn cryer in race pamphlits for nothingA1!
you got to earn thatt!

not ashamed to say iam most "stenitmental bastard" you will find on circuit

but enuoughf ab out me.

here, impportant VOlcano photofrom "Hawaii Air tours".





As the lava enters the ocean, huge clouds of hydrogen sulfide gas are created. The water causes the lava to explode, forming the fine black sand of our beautiful beaches.
Above Pu'u O'o vent with it's bubbling pool of lava. The black crust within the vent walls covers an underground lake of magma 600' deep. Lava is called magma when it is below the surface.
Pu'u O'o vent during a cycle of increased activity. Everyday is different, even the pilots don't know what to expect.

Pu'u O'o is on the backbone of Kilauea volcano, home of Madame Pele, goddess of fire.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Long story short is sometimes I have to say sorry to the world, for leting its words come out soooooooo so wrong.

This is a pretty good way to say sory to the world ok. Last night at Tiki Drive-In Temple. In front of Tall Tall Gold Serious Ballooon Gods guarding White! Hot! Rock! Beneath of the only four starrs that had the stufff to show up on the sky. But , worsssst of all, in front of a kid. I commited a wordcrime. aginst...hm, myselff!

Okay, world. The worldcrime was, I sed that "I ahve no (music) talent."

You wuld think that is no reason to say asorry to the world. So would I. But how elese to get rid of sound in head.

I thnk it is this. Now. I probably mite not have no tlent, dont matter is not even my thing. (Drive race cars, IS ALL!!!). But How rude to you world like i have knowldge more than you. I mean World cn say someone has no talent but a stupid human about a stpid human, just, no. Sory Ihave said it about other people too (cannot believe) and i justt got to stop!

World I dont knwo nothing and i invite you to callme talentless. Any comunicasion from you would be an honor. But to say it as a human, well realy embarased and sory.

I hope you can understand the mesage under this messed up mesage and not think me to conceted. I am sory I didn't notice how wrong this was until i have done it to mself.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

i belive in leting the starss inside you at nite, even nif they think your corny. i belive in a trunmpet swann lglides through when somethings true.i velieve something can be true. i believe in a poetrey hole, that it only goes insideout,,
and that is your direcction too. i believ in you.

needing to know

I came to Minneapolis from southern California this May to help my 88-year-old mother care for my 86-year-old father. He fell last November, and then declined cognitively for a month as his bones healed at a rehab facility under quarantine. He hasn't undeclined. Before retiring in the 1990s, he was a theater critic, & still seems to have some of his self-confidence and wit alongside vascular dementia, Parkinsonisms, incontinence and real trouble walking. Given his otherwise-ok health, he might still have some tolerable years ahead, though with new parameters. My mom's a novelist. She seems made of iron.