From: bryan garcia
To: Raymi Lauren
Subject: i drank your cool aid
Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 19:40:21 -0700 (PDT)
No proposals at the funeral for mass graves.
Back before there were fisticuffs made of trembling threats
and screaming epithets like you were minorities,
I was hardened to neurotic and strung out accusation.
Defending peace for the lay of the land I surveyed,
was like feudalism, middle-aged dark ages.
There were plagues streaking naked across your land
infecting people I told were “safe”.
These empty promises burned my cross,
and the little folks made a play for the safety of revolt.
Storm troopers were dispersed to the scene,
and with nary a rubber bullet or psychological sound weapon,
speaking to the disquieted masses.
And we sought compromise through reform.
I became the new broom, with a platform of fascism and dystopia.
You should have been there. We burned the magazines but saved the books.
Now everyone was harping on health and education,
but we couldn’t even keep a sane dialogue in the same room.
So we made a dungeon, and started throwing them down there.
The screams didn’t even bother us,
and instead of laughing, we drank booze.
I used to bring a candle down to the cells called solitary.
They were starving, and I brought them the light.
This only nourished me, and I’m not selfish.
We began systems of blight.
They were harrowing and thought of as creative.
This was art to some of us.
Boring through innocent passages from our boredom,
a trial was decreed to stem the back up.
Families were brought to order and many lies were noted in the books.
We looked through the stories they told.
About demolition, punishment and innocuous rhythms.
Lastly, fathers were given custody of the interpretations.
What fear lay in the faces of given testimonials.
They wanted to eat the words, but ha-ha,
they were already spoken.
Before the judgment a phenomena occurred.
No longer, did the effect follow the given cause.
It was all cut up, like exquisite corpse.
Events were rearranged to no given governing.
Punishment was ultimately delivered in a sweet, carefree haze.
At one point, even I was spanked for standing guard.
My territory given back to me in litigious chaos.
Having a strong sense of optimism, we toiled away.
Strangers were put to building a large talisman, and the women,
They were leading construction.
Raymi Lauren
brymoxine haiku
heroin cruiser
why dont we lie down happy
drinkin blue kool-aid
>From: bryan garcia
>To: Raymi Lauren
>Subject: RE: reflected
>Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2004 08:12:03 -0700 (PDT)
>
>hi dude,
>
>the h is totally overrated. i was like you too. i’ve
>done all that shit, and thought it was a big deal.
>its mainly liike being real stoned. i think you have
>to be really involved with that shit in order to
>become addicted. but whatever. i would stay away/
>the smart thing is to do no drugs. but then , we dont
>always choose the smart thing. anyway, that was poem
>i wrote last weekend, and i thought of you. i think
>you have awesome poems, and i’m glad you’re a girl/.
>
>siyanora
>bry
>
>
>— Raymi Lauren
wrote:
>
> > heroin
> >
> > that’s a big deal
> >
> > i have never done it nor will i ever
> >
> > my addictive personality plus heroin
> >
> > would not be a good thing
> >
> >
> > >From: bryan garcia
> > >To: Raymi Lauren
> > >Subject: reflected
> > >Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2004 12:57:07 -0700 (PDT)
> > >
> > >last year i tried telling people
> > >there remained only one
> > >political problem – how we were
> > >going to live
> > >under fascism
> > >
> > >this year i tried
> > >heroin.
> > >
> > >
> > >b.garcia
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > > fine
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > >From: bryan garcia
> > > > >To: Raymi Lauren
> > > > >Subject: blitzkreig bop Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2004
> > > > 13:52:06 -0700 (PDT)
> > > > >
> > > > >you sho’ is whining now on your website. save
> > > > that
> > > > >shit. you blitzkreig and bop. you punk rock.
> > > > we
> > > > >dont kry. we multiply. ghosts just go h0me
> > and
> > > > >die, and you never even mind.
> > > > >now you go tell I and i. but i allready fuck
> > off.
> > > > >and i dont write you if i dont love you.
> > i’ll be
> > > > >like washing my hair all weekend, and no fags’
> > > > gonna
> > > > >say nuthin’.
> > > > >
> > > > >right >?
> > > > >
> > > > >ramone
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > woah those jokes rule!!!!
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > >
> > >
