temporary dread remedy #1:

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mold fake teeth out of soft clay.

temporary dread remedy #2:

or

questions that I feel better about after having written them down but questions that I cannot ask because their answers are none of my business:

those bracelets?

are you back to texting me like I'm a piece of shit?

have you gone to a therapist yet?

how often do you tell her you love her?

do you tell her when I'm in the other room?

when you say you're thinking about nothing do you actually mean that in that moment you want to be anywhere but where you currently are?

some dreadful things

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1.

"A process for filtration of matter from a liquid suspension through a membrane uses a rotor within a concentric shell rotating with a surface velocity which, together with the rotor-shell gap and suspension viscosity, establishes vigorous vortex cells about the rotor. At least one of the rotor and shell surfaces include a filter membrane. Tangential velocity components at the membrane surface constantly sweep the membrane surface to limit cell deposition tendencies while constantly replenishing the medium to be filtered. The vortex cells are established along the length of the membrane despite the constant extraction of filtrate and the resultant change in physical characteristics of the suspension."

2. (which eventually became 3.)

frozen in acetone and foamed with polyurethane 

ropes wire foampad and needles (to get the right pose)

the curing of your mother's body (cured meat)

3.

fresh bodies

take your mother's shoes off

before you throw her in

the frozen acetone

her dingy flowered dress

won't last in the pink bath

foamed with polyurethane

be nice to the german man

holding the ropes he'll

use wire foampad needles

to get the right pose

the curing of your 

mother's body 

the ultraviolet 

specimen in

Gunther's hands

bring her back home 

sit it her at the kitchen table and 

she'll wait up for you all night.

4.

your stomach noises loud when pressed on the hard floor

dinosaur mouths, dinosaur teeth on chicken

women with their shirts off watching a camcorder

turn the genes back on.

+2 and more to come (very sorry)

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cramped 

or 

the other woman's dread #1

the jars on your floor are

nineteen days full of rain

I keep trying to get off your couch 

but the fever in my calves

keeps me from standing 

then a man king comes

home again for an hour

I am locked in your hallway

cut out of my rough nest old

smelling like kool-aid 

and tobacco. he sits in my

spot and you hate him for

it because you miss me.

there is someone walking by

your front door and I can see

them from where I'm kept

in the hall. if they ask me

to come outside I'll go

the wet air will fix my legs 

and I'll remember what it 

was like before I knew you.

fur

or

the dread of drunk examining

sitting on the edge of the bathtub

I look down at the pale skin 

crinkled at the edges and think

of a twelve year old. 

wet fingers grasp my forearm

but my bra is still on so I put 

my toes in. 

when my hands run down wet

bodies they should hit 

something there should be 

friction wet soft nails should 

find more than bones and skin

so I keep going.

I lose a finger on sharp breasts

but still nothing. my whole left

hand is gone after the tail, almost

concave in its sterility. 

finally I see floating

in mucky water rooted 

in a big toe

three black lines.

I rub them with my thumb

I rub them and it gives me 

pleasure 

but it gives her

none.

someone else's dread

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and the dread of not knowing if you like a short story, despite its undeniable strain of dread

Two (from the collaborative project Seconds by Adam Simon and Matthew Sharpe)

The meanness of the satirical essay you wrote hit me yesterday like a baseball on the chin. Those Sundays we lay curled up in each other on your hard futon kissing and discussing Marx eventually gave me serious lower back problems but at the time I was having like these day-long orgasms in my brain. You said, "Satire will be an important tool for the revolution," and maybe it will but it also can be a place for someone to hide from the intensity of any real feelings he may have and also to transmute them into a very painful projectile to be hurled at the person he has them about. 

It felt so good to be able to unburden myself to you re my inner conflict over my job at the ad agency, so then to see it lampooned yesterday on your blog in what was basically a "humorous" open break-up letter to me - "I'm hoping my $10 million campaign for the US Army is offset by the fact that I buy only free-range organic granola" - made me feel, well, I don't know, what does Marx say about how it feels to be betrayed by someone you lay naked next to for a cumulative total of fourteen months of your life, someone whom you let pull your hair - hard! - during sex because it game him so much pleasure even though it really hurt you although you sort of liked it but only because of the obviously intense pleasure he was deriving?

Also, do you think those cool hand-printed signs in the window of your bicycle shop aren't advertising?

After I read your thing I had a lot to say and even if you thought you knew what I was going to say and didn't want to hear it from yet another person, it wasn't fair to not let me say it, and the beautiful mixtape you gave me didn't make up for that because if I've gained any knowledge from my time with you it's that beauty is one thing and fairness is another. 

You said, "The distinction between the public and the private is a distinction internal to bourgeois law." So you keep posting those satires of me on your blog from the back of that little storefront were you work and sleep, and I'll climb up to the roof deck of my nice apartment building and advertise to the world till I'm hoarse that i loved you. 

the dread of the use of the word dread

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I really am very sorry about adding so many posts at the last minute. I had pieces of dread in various technological and physical locations and was only just now able to unite them (with the exception of final photographs, which had been camera-napped but will hopefully make it on this blog). The reason for the wide dispersion of work is that the dread comes unannounced very often and I made a point of documenting its appearance no matter where I was. (I have work on the dread's departure as well, but it will not be ready for quite some time.) I, perhaps, mislabeled a few of my pieces, since the #1 temporary dread remedy is, in fact, writing about dread. My project became a study not only of the feeling and how to interpret and represent it, but also how to counteract it through interpretation and representation. The project started when I began trying to think of a theme for our first poam assignment. I wanted to pick something personal, but mysterious so I would have a lot of very important questions to ask about it. I ended up picking the dread because it wouldn't leave me alone and I thought that while I was being dreadful I could at least explore the sources and consequences of the feeling. I began with lists (in the first dreadpost) of specific things that reminded me of dread, caused me to feel dread, or helped get rid of my dread. A few of them were highly specific and therefore not very accessible, but I started noticing sentences or images or whole stories that would remind me of the same feeling and I began to try and keep track of them. I felt obnoxious as it was posting ten entries in a row, so I chose a few of my favorite images and a short story. The work of my own that I included ranges from pieces written directly about dread, to pieces written while experiencing the dread, to pieces written about things that I think cause the dread. Some of them are more highly developed and edited than others, which are simply thoughts. I am excited to go back on this blog after I finish this last post to see if the pieces are at all related to one another or have any unifying images. The stomach and the teeth seemed present in a lot of my writings about dread, which lead me to begin transferring my written work into a highly textured 3-d form with the help of many bags of steel wool. Steel wool seemed a good material with which to construct dread because it was ugly but could be made into something more pleasing to look at (in my opinion). It also seems to be the right texture of dread and can easily be manipulate into different forms that can fit into all of the places where dread is found.For my first structural idea, and the one I brought in to present, I chose the somewhat obvious image of the stomach. Dread is felt most prominently in the stomach. Often it is present in what feels like small balls of varying textures and numbers within the stomach. I made the stomach model the largest because I wanted it to have a presence, like the feeling does. I then began to explore what the inside of the steel wool stomach might look like. I mapped out a few possibilities with materials such as dirt, glass, fur, more steel wool, bronze wool, and clay. The feeling is never quite the same, depending on the source of dread, the time of day, the amount of food consumed previous to and after development of dread, phone calls made, projects assigned/due, run-ins on the street, glasses of water processed and endless other factors. I realize that upon reading the poems, if you ever get through all of this and make it down there, they might not seem to be depicting the same thing or even the same type of thing. I was very lax with my self-regulation in terms of what to consider applicable and what not. This project, as unfinished and fresh as it is, has helped me learn to slowly love the dread, or at least appreciate it as a character in my life. It is a constant source of dependable companionship that I will continue to get to know in the months and years to come. If this is extremely long when the margins get significantly thicker I, for the 4th or 5th time, apologize for taking up so much space. I hope some of this is at least fun to read.
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Sterling Heights man faces assault and theft charges in Home Depot attack www.privateofficer.com

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MADISON HEIGHTS MI June 20 2012 – A Sterling Heights man faces assault and theft charges after police say he stole a powered hammer drill, tried to return it for cash without leaving the store, and attacked a security guard.


Argyris, 23, was arraigned Tuesday in Madison Heights 43rd District Court and jailed on $5,500 cash bond. The incident happened about 6 p.m. Saturday at the Home Depot store at 660 W. 12 Mile Road.

Police said the suspect entered the store and went to the power tool section where he selected a hammer drill worth about $229.

“He then walked to another part of the store and picked up a pair of scissors,” said Madison Heights Police Lt. Corey Haines. “He used the scissors to cut the sensor tag off the drill.” When the suspect cut the sensor off it started making an alert noise and the suspect walked away with the power tool, Haines added.

Police said Argyris then walked to the garden center area of the store where an employee asked if he could help the suspect.

“The suspect asked the employee if he could return the hammer drill without a receipt,” Haines said. “The employee told him he couldn’t and the suspect walked out of the store with the tool without paying for it.”

A Home Depot security guard stopped the suspect and identified himself.

“The suspect responded by grabbing the security officer by the throat,” Haines said.

source-daily tribune

Off duty Minneapolis police officer captures bank robber www.privateofficer.com

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Minneapolis MN June 20 2012 Acting Special Agent in Charge Richard Schwein and Minneapolis Police Chief Timothy Dolan announce the arrest of Roger Lovell Doughten in connection with a bank robbery which occurred on June 18, 2012 at approximately 6:15 PM
Doughten, date of birth 09/10/1933, of Louisville, Kentucky, was arrested following the bank robbery, which occurred at Wells Fargo Bank located at 2600 East Franklin Avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Doughten was arrested at the bank without incident by an off-duty officer from the Minneapolis Police Department who was working as a security guard at the bank.


Following his arrest, Doughten was remanded to the custody of the Hennepin County Detention Facility in Minneapolis. Charges are pending in this matter.



Reported by: FBI