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Moths have
flown into
people's ears
throughout history,
it's only now
we have the means
to remove them.

How am I supposed to know how to pronounce Adironacks?

Ears are technology.

Figs are flowers.

Kathleen Fraser drank all my sizzurp.

I was descending through the bowels of a slave ship.

Jean-Claude Van Damme was King Richard The Lionheart.

I misremembered a thong leotard.

I woke up at 4AM shouting Aguirre: The Wrath Of God!

I thought Tuesday night's earthquake was an old woman trying to climb through my bedroom window.

Fran Herndon is everywhere lately.

I've never been invited to read at the Bay Area Poetry Marathon. Blessing?

Clayton Eshleman will be in the Bay Area.

What's wrong with being masculine? What's wrong with loving "Lynch, Cronenberg, and Jodorowsky?"

I'm still eating leftovers from Sunday.

I love these photos of Frances Bean Cobain.

Bashar as-Assad, Muammar Gaddafi, BART Police!

I hold an irrational disgust for Sal Castaneda, some people remind me of eggs, or pickle juice, he reminds me of bagel-farts and church slacks.

Is that synesthesia?

SPD's perpetual bestseller is a book about gardening.

I hope no one thinks I'm a creep when I run the Piedmont track.

Is The Maximus Poems really an Epic?

"The city" is not a character.

How many Bay Areans does it take to screw in a light bulb? Hella've em.

Santa Cruz.

Just watched the Giants get crushed by the Houston Astros 6-0. Gosh, aren't the Astros like 34 and 90? Mark DeRosa got a base hit, that was sort of neat. Not fun folks, not fun.

And then I sent out a text message that said something like "I wonder what it feels like to have a woman's butt, there's just so much there..."

Some responses:

haha, I'll ask around

it's not that buttery, maybe soft. sometimes it can hurt though if you sit too hard

you wish you had my butt?

i want to photoshop my butt onto your body

OMG eat a cheeseburger

ay you better ride the giant dipper tomorrow, after scoring some heroin in the beach flats that is. god santa cruz is so witch haus

well i know for me i have a smart ass that sits up as soon as it sits down

...

i went to the store and bought some bread

i called AT&T cause my internet connection sucks, and then i got a call from the tech guy, i picked up and said "hello?" and the tech guy said "is this Johnny Sakkis?" i said "yeah, is this AT&T?" and the tech guy said "what's up motherfucker?!!! this is P. Constantinos!!!!" and i was all "Saun?" and the tech guy was all "yeah, dude, this is Saun, i got assigned to your house, what the fuck is going on?"so Saun came over and we listened to Beck's Stereopathic Soulmanure while he drilled into my phone jack and fixed my internet connection. i spent the entirely of last weekend listening to David Banner drinking beers and sweating balls sleeping in the back of Saun's truck on the Eel River. and then on the way home, taking a short cut of course, we got into a car accident. the moral of the story is that Greeks gotta stay together.

Oriana Small (Ashley Blue) came into SPD today. it was great to meet her. she was with her husband Dave Naz. she told this great story about drawing a mustache on a dude's penis at Booksmith last night. and then she also autographed someone's butthole. i read her book GirlVERT in two days in my office a couple months ago. i played some Rolling Stones classics while she signed a bunch of books. SPD can be weird sometimes.

i just got a text message from A. that said "well i was going to leave you a message but my friend called, probably for the better. see you tomorrow." i feel like i should eat a ton of salt water taffy tomorrow, or at least a bag of Kettle Chips and a pint of ice cream.

currently listening to Gavin Bryers The Sinking Of The Titanic, again and again and again.

have a good night. i'll see you on the Astral.

Hey folks who have lived in Oakland longer than me, is this really what our Summers are like? It's freezing, and has been for weeks, what a gip...

I'm heading to Santa Cruz with a lady tomorrow. It will be warm. It will be picnic.

Anybody know Kent Johnson's email? Can you send it to me at john.sakkis@gmail.com? Thanks. This would work a lot better if I was still on Facebook.

I listened to Ted Berrigan's New Langton Arts (1981) reading yesterday afternoon.

I finished reading Berrigan's Collected Poems 2 days ago. 

I'm currently reading Hymns Of St. Bridgett by Frank O'Hara and Bill Berkson.

Because of this blog, if you Google "Lil' Debbie rapper" you'll find an image of Ariana Reines. This is meta-Doppel. I wonder how long that will last. 

I slept for 9.5 hours last night.

I hung out with my friends this weekend. It was sunny out for the first time in weeks. San Francisco/ Oakland POV. 

This looks staged but it wasn't. My brother looks like he's directed at least 2 well received Ryan Gosling features.

It wasn't me who titled this photo"hookers and bros."

Julia D. likes to talk about how long her butt crack is.

Amor Eterno/ Bruce Lee's house, East Oakland.

We ripped these "lounge chairs" out of a broken down minivan abandoned in the parking lot behind the studio.

Mosswood Park does not entertain attractive girls.

looking forward to reading with one of my favorite poeple, Anna Moschovakis. This Poetry Center season is looking pretty fantastic.

Oh Hey, what's up? So, my magazine BOTH BOTH is back. First issue since 2006. Allyssa Wolf and Evan Kennedy are rocking the bells this time around. I've always distributed with an "out the trunk" business model, i.e., I pass out copies at readings/parties in the Bay Area. But if you live outside the Bay Area, or don't usually attend readings/parties within and would still like a copy for yourself, I'm more than happy to send one USPS along. Just hit me up at john.sakkis@gmail.com with your mailing address request. Thanks for reading.

XOXO

A giant globe of ice I was beating with the back of my hand

A falling into Hell with a female cenobite, ice crystals and razors

Larry Bird the immortal

A monster gestating in a bathtub on a balcony

The monster was the theme, there was chronology

Strange motorcycles without wheels, red UFOs

I saw Omar Souleyman at the Echo in LA, I woke up on Tuesday and drove to LA

I watched the All-Star Game in a crummy bar next to the Dresden on Vermont St.

Drank beers with J. Mosconi and Rita in Echo Park

I quit Facebook, we're all so boring I couldn't stand it

Waited to get into a famous sushi restaurant for an hour with Billy and Meg

Hung out pretty hard with a girl for 5 days straight, decided on Friday that we'd rather just throw the ball around

I want to start tagging "WHITE PRIVILEGE"/ white privilege as the internet's most pervasive meme

my car overheated on West Macarthur BLVD.

It's called the Baader-Meinhof effect

ended up at a hot tub party in the Lower Haight full of tits and whiskey and wine

slept on a couch after making out with a very random person in Duboce Park at 1:30 in the morning

new issue of BOTH BOTH is done, I have copies for everyone

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 6 is very good

Martyrs was very dumb, it's easy to create a victim blah blah

Recently Googled "Crystal Deodorant bullshit"

all the female energy that surrounds me when I sleep

I didn't eat In-N-Out on the way down or the way up

Kaneda's Theme almost always does the trick

Thee Oh Sees are playing at the Uptown on the 28th

I talk about myself way too much and I apologize, I'm very self-centered, everything is about me and I'm aware of this

I like to let girls order sushi for me, I don't know what I'm doing

Is the women's World Cup on regular TV today?

Damon Bruce said that watching woman's team sports is like watching men play in 3 feet of water

I keep having sex dreams about inappropriate girls

The taboo is what really turns us on

I miss too many people to name

The monster's head was shaped like a dolphin's, though not a dolphin head

The 5 stages of dating:

1. Hanging Out
2. Talking
3. Seeing Each Other
4. Dating
5. Boyfriend Girlfriend

"Language Poetry" is an anagram for Ugly Reagan Poet

All the blood in the world would submerge Golden Gate Park 20 feet

I spit moths, my pubic hair is a chubby white caterpillar

Ant heads look like dick heads

Brazilian Wax = Vagina Dentata

"Todos somos child molesters who shoot at cops!!!"

I wrote and recorded this song in the key of Leonard Cohen with BOTH BOTH the other day

I'm your stubbed toe, lover
Your Ramona the Pest, brother
Your nickel n' dimed sweet supper

I'm your wrinkles n' cream, stutter
I'm your hightops in bed, clutter
make a wishes n' dreams, mother

feel free to bleed, father
can't believe make believe, lover
full time job, I can't suffer
hold my heart, kiss my lips, don't bother

sew my heart to your sleeve, I trust her
making love to the beat of each other

This other song I wrote, "Oh, Mary," was recently played on Israeli radio

I've got a new kitchen table, I make my bed for myself, my vacation is over

I love my friends I hope to die, I love my friends I love my friends

xoxo