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“Pictures could not be accessories to the story – evidence – they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame”. Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters “There is a widespread belief – one with no historical or grammatical foundation - that it is an error to begin a sentence with a conjunction. In fact, a substantial percentage (often as many as 10 percent) of the sentences in first-rate writing begin with conjunctions”… what about second-rate and going all Subordinate and possibly recalcitrant? The Dilettante Diaries: “Goin' Gangsta on the Road to The Lotus Eaters at Loon Junction” INASMUCH AS a long cool wet drink of a granite eyed man leans tight and straight the full measure of his strong muscular legs and the small of his toned back against the hot slick-wet greasy leather of the burgundy upholstery on his wide open road foot flat to the floor wrist pumping the gear stick up another notch, his gun is not loaded any more than a docile Big Cat purring around the long lithe legs of an Amazonian Kitchen Goddess Warrior pouring milk out of a vintage glass bottle like she is the coolest milk to drink all Bettie Page in her red hot kitchen delivered by the Postman in the Milkman’s absence he is all gangsta and she is half quiet-life wanting to go a little bit effing Gatsby in her seat as she watches the thin white lines on the road speed by and blur into one string of continuum. INASMUCH AS his wrist commands the steering of a wheel he is in his entirety the captain of his own ship no piking out he is no coward a dangerous Ninja of a mind she glances over at him all guarded like a Mongoose on a King Cobra her smoky jade eyes wonder over him as if he is her country and to tear her eyes away from him for just one second would be like an alarming departure from a land well known her hands make neat the pleats of her skirt while she thinks of her long slender fingers reading his chest like a road map then arriving stranded somewhere foreign torn and loose traversing the hot desert of his skin he turns and says something nonchalantly about catching up with the Lotus-Eaters at Loon Junction some backwater gin joint and his eyes reflect shelter in her sharp now deep mossy pools he is her Oasis and she his a real danger zone she could drink from his lips she is that parched. INASMUCH AS heaven and hell exist here on this Earth they are each other’s gods the days and nights they worship each other at the altar where truth lies naked in whispers saintly and fiercely taken they are crusaders of their own holy war their bodies the lands they plunder and convert in which they will not wed for in their minds they are already so matched twin flames their liberty taken with prayers on knees before each other and they are whirling Mevlevi in soft Egyptian Cotton they dance their true Dhikir this is how they call divinity in closer to their mind and heart for you can be certain of that one certainty they are now of one heart and mind closer than any church they read each other’s pages like life out of a novel paradoxical. (Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018) "1000 Mods"/Vidage https://youtu.be/8ysBMZSzpp8

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Date: 1/27/2022 2:55:00 PM
"1000 Mods"/Vidage
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 1/27/2022 2:55:00 PM
https://youtu.be/8ysBMZSzpp8
Date: 1/27/2022 11:26:00 AM
1000 Mods - Super Van Vacation. Full Album.
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 1/27/2022 11:26:00 AM
https://youtu.be/Y-hhwhJe87s
Date: 10/29/2019 11:18:00 PM
Breathing in the air so deep, looking past smoke jade eyes, wonderment lays down in her Oasis... romance is alive
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Date: 10/30/2019 10:45:00 AM
It must be beautiful in there
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 10/29/2019 11:40:00 PM
ah, don't listen to her, she's in her head most of the time.
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Date: 10/29/2019 11:23:00 PM
Lol, indeed
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/29/2019 11:20:00 PM
She's no push over ... must be the German in her.
Date: 9/10/2018 5:59:00 PM
"Because I am of the stuff that cannot be destroyed.” Cynthia Huntington, Poet, excerpt "The Attic".
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/11/2018 9:52:00 PM
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56116/the-attic
Date: 9/10/2018 5:48:00 PM
https://poempire.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/diane-di-prima-five-poems-from-loba/
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/10/2018 5:53:00 PM
if a woman or a man could write as beautiful and as deep as this...one would make heaven wherever it is...
Date: 9/10/2018 5:44:00 PM
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/cynthia-huntington
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/10/2018 5:54:00 PM
reality bites...
Date: 9/10/2018 5:43:00 PM
https://www.bustle.com/p/7-female-beat-writers-to-read-instead-of-jack-kerouac-43532
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/10/2018 5:54:00 PM
TOOT-TOOT.
Date: 9/10/2018 5:01:00 PM
to search for reason and find it is elusive, it gives pause to wonder and in that wonder find a reason, whether real or false, it becomes a point to tether contemplation to and in doing cross the bounds of understanding as perceived by our own wants and needs to fulfill a purpose and in that purpose emotion becomes the tool used to bind our perceptions of the reasons we wonder about...just some gobbly goop I plucked from the universe...
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/10/2018 5:39:00 PM
I aint no Grashopper...the story thus far, everyone has a Pai Mai in their life and that is a godsend, even if they are absent they're still around. I'm a Lover not a fighter, but I've been trained by the best Pai Mai...put me in the ring, it can be rather entertaining..."sometimes you win when you lose". Thank you for your words of wisdom Bard. As always, taken in and analysed with a microscope.
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Date: 9/10/2018 5:32:00 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VtfqAym5sQ
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/10/2018 5:31:00 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2dehpRFyLA
Date: 9/10/2018 4:27:00 PM
“Buy the ticket, take the ride.” Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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Date: 9/10/2018 4:25:00 PM
“It was one of those fine little love stories that can make you smile in your sleep at night.” Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-Crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century
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Date: 9/10/2018 4:23:00 PM
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.” Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
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Date: 9/10/2018 4:23:00 PM
“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.” Hunter S. Thompson
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/10/2018 4:24:00 PM
“Anything worth doing, is worth doing right.” Hunter S Thompson
Date: 9/10/2018 4:07:00 PM
“The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.” Hunter S. Thompson, The Curse of Lono
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Date: 9/10/2018 4:07:00 PM
“As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I'm not sure that I'm going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says 'you are nothing', I will be a writer.” Hunter S. Thompson, Gonzo
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Date: 9/10/2018 4:03:00 PM
“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.” Hunter S. Thompson
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Date: 9/10/2018 3:59:00 PM
"The writer must be a participant in the scene... like a film director who writes his own scripts, does his own camera work, and somehow manages to film himself in action, as the protagonist or at least the main character." Hunter S. Thompson
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Date: 9/10/2018 3:43:00 PM
"Note to self-tooter/s: I had considered parking this in the Romanticism box, but when you do that you aint free, you're captured..." Lovejoy-Burton
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Date: 9/10/2018 12:25:00 AM
This is visual perfection done by words in a way that is driven fast in a convertible down the desert highway. I see the one heart and feel the one heart from beginning and know they belong to each other forever. Pure poetry Leanne.
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/10/2018 2:22:00 AM
Thank you. While I could visualise sleek American vintage and I'm usually Aston Martin....I think for this story, I'm going with Bugatti. https://www.bugatti.com/veyron/veyron-164-grand-sport-vitesse/
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/10/2018 2:21:00 AM
“[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!” Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/10/2018 2:20:00 AM
“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all." Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/10/2018 1:58:00 AM
"It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.” Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac
Date: 9/9/2018 6:02:00 PM
the crow squawks the nightingale sings, whose to say which sound is more beautiful, the one who sits and listens or the passerby, both have a choice as their shadows cover both their footprints, leaving all that was or ever will be in the mind of the beholder who sees the world from their own point of view in a universe where wisdom is traded for pennies on the dollar because everyone is broke and reality is a game show bought and sold for advertisements...oh to hear the nightingale
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/9/2018 6:25:00 PM
Roadrunner more like it..."as you like it". Regards The Forest of Arden....fondest regards of course...and thank you.
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/9/2018 6:18:00 PM
https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/features/where-was-shakespeares-forest-of-arden-
Date: 9/9/2018 4:18:00 PM
Alternative Title: "The Case of the Subordinate Conjunction"/or "Going Gangsta on the Road to The Lotus Eaters at Con Junction". A Gangsta can comment in their own boxes (sic) boxers ...:)
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 9/9/2018 4:41:00 PM
...and yes, I agree with you, Ghost Who Walks the Other Side of the Glass Onion, I have no idea where it all comes from - possibly God given...but then again... regards, It's So Not a Sin to Toot Your Own Horn.