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The Notebook That Explodes III-IV, by Rudy Martinez

The Notebook Explodes III (2014)


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“To all those who made this show possible, I missed my last queue and I have no more lines. I’m out of blow because I did too many lines. The whole system is fucked. I refute the notion of tacit consent and I opt out, I’d like to rest now, thank you.”

That

Was

the suicide letter of

Jose Be doy

as told to Rudy Martinez. 26 12 14.

Funny: Got beat up last night by Christian. Guess I got too ‘doom & gloom’ around him.

What can I say?

“Black tar heroin”

Something else, man. Dark dimension, detached misery.

Thank you, life, for an irrational fear of needles.

Al’s infinite playlist::

fatale flower symphony

ISIS Member of the Month

“Deep in my heart, I know there’s no health I can bring”

Sit and cheer for the wrong side

first days of the War

“Old man,” sister said.

“IT’S OUR TURN NOW”

It seemed as if everyone in New York was now smoking.

Drive faster. 23 minutes. Stoned, brink of collapse, 11 seconds late.

“no, you go, I’ll wait.”

There must be a word that describes wanting to understand the collective struggle of humanity:

ALIVE

This isn’t a thesis statement, it’s a call to arms.

1 hour. 20 minutes in.

Hope they’re enjoying it.

Who’s the spy here?

Victims aren’t always pedestrians

Gears halt self

Where her trauma originates from,

there’s Maggie.

Laid my loyalties because I’m lucky in 13 minutes.

Many toasts.

THE INFORMATION ACE.

A DAY (SEVEN HOURS OR SO) IN THE life OF A FUNNY SAD MAN

5:51: Sits outside Tantra smoking a cigarette he bummed from me.

5:58: “Maybe Chris Dorner had a point.”

5:59: Tom’s here. “Maggie makes me feel things.”

6:00: A thought crosses my mind: “…as he does?”

6:09: New joke, Freud was right, “it’s about mom fucking.” Jack might dig on it.

6:23: ANARCHIST ANAL SEX, let’s put that on a sticker, man.

7:15: “If you’re going to be dumb, you gotta be tough.”

MALT LIQUOR AND CAR WRECKS

where’s Jose?

CCTV: WE’RE ALL FAMOUS

8:30: Jose’s back.

8:35: He took half an Adderall.

8:41: “You need to age faster, John.”

9:25: Sleeping Pills

10:06: The boss is here.

10:13: I met the Lizard Man. Told him: “My family and I were disgusted with you whenever I was a child.”

He dug it.

10:21: What is reality. way.

10:27: Comedian #1.

IS THE GREEN GRASS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE IF YOU’RE IN the middle east?

Mother’s Day is coming up, she’s a junkie.

SLOW decay as a suicide attempt, wait

it out.

“HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU HAVE TO DIE, RUDY?”

-Pertinent question posed by (see above) during our last trip.

Well, I’ll stop when it means something.

The drugs (2C-I) are turning you Anti-Semitic (Jews),

Not conducive to gaining public support.

half-assed bombing campaign,

listen,

inter-planetary,

“Hello, 2015”

November 11th, 2008 anti-TERRORISM,

accused of authoring, as well, manual

“…next YEAR…no oysters!”

student disquiet, singular peril, Made off, the West

as whole

Greek political spectrum

not only in 2007, but its present state,

“liberating” recycling centers,

PUMP THAT FIST, COWDOG

A wanna-be junkie with half-though out ideas about something.

Unimpressed, pen betrays.

TOO MANY QUESTIONS (I has this dream I befriended a young African. He didn’t think I was funny).

Shadow of the Panther

August 22nd, 1989

Comfort zone, go left

Dual: the intellectual and the criminal

SS

Sounds of Confusion, what the next show will be called,

“Jesus may have cured the blind, but he led them,”

Children walk in the sun,

Ships sail, in fire-lit skies,

Dope sick as I

continue

to, of sorts, tornado

PLANNING POLITICAL ASSASSINATIONS SINCE 2001

BE CAUSE

A bullet IN THE RIGHT PLACE CAN WILL

CHANGE THE WORLD

Hollywood bushes,

I am alone, yes,

“our fourth gig is tomorrow”

First practice: 27 10 14. Monday. Block

Heads.

21st of January: Smoking a cigarette in the rain,

you know this girl’s name,

Fabric cameras

fight slowly

“Nancy said no on January 24th, 2015.”

TELEVISION IS A PUNK BAND

a premature tomb

sister of mine,

stop your bleeding,

get in the car

for a heavenly mood

9

“Goodnight friend. Should I cut off all my hair and wear a stripped dress and dark glasses?”

Baby Diego’s past, present, and future,

AND INTRODUCING: NEW COLORS, 9:00 P.M.

DIRECTIONS: Write down people’s quotables.

For a period of seven days.

At the end of every seven-day period,

Write free-form song using other’s words.

We present to you,

The assassination of Julius Caesar and the Invasion of Iraq,

September 2007—laundry and tears,

“what it means to be white”

The No.

DON’T PARK ON ROGERS

Romanticizing that

which is either gone or unobtainable!

not the Human Condition, the Rudy Condition,

oh,

how noble,

another attempt at writing

about

yourself.

Answers inside, launch an offensive on the outside.

Show tomorrow.


The Notebook that Explodes IV (2014)

Drunk on the premise that this freedom still exists

That night

in Chandler, Arizona

an informercial

for 10-CD set of ESSENTIAL ‘60s music

Leaves: Brown

Sky: Gray

BOOST IMMUNE SYSTEM

Brief resident

These white kids piss me off,

fuck ‘em,

c’mon, LeBron.

RIP Haile Kifer.

We complain by nature.

I wanna be abducted,

beauty, comfort, approachable,

too many bones,

2001/11/09, 2012/29/02, 2012/05/05, 2011/11/09, 2011/10/09, 2010/14/02, 2014/14/07, 2006/20/06; the day I became a diplomat

Dwyane Wade makes my dreams come true.

sure, I’ll be your friend.

ENTER: Vincent (& the Bunnymen)

“What in Asimov’s name?”

TRACKING YOUR EXPENSES/$5.95 $7.13 $8.12

He’s just a head, I shall remain quiet now.

Eyes will remain pillars

with soldiers standing guard.

I’ve always thought this Beach Boys line was a reference to Death.

Reset America,

I think I love you, E—

gods and generals,

Prayers in languages none of us comprehend,

I have 16 of them

Probably curses.

potential “criminal,”

sign here

the Horror,

Two versions of the same letter,

you almost got stabbed, asshole. Dope scar though.

self-perceived sex god,

P.S. Don’t forget about Gaza,

they asked if I’d join them,

that knock. You lazy bastard.

Shower no; in of thanks bottle don’t. Is A of viewpoint present non-sensical rats?

Split you and put together.

oh yeah, she was at the coffee shop too.

Drowning as oppressor and emancipator as literature,

jumping into holes, but my stomach hurts

they surround me,

“We had to do British accents. Mine was Irish.”

Staring into one of your three mirrors,

smoking meth in a boiler room somewhere in Hollywood,

“no touching,” I said.

Chosen for an audition, of sorts.

Mired in dualities,

Remind me of the Stasi,

sit down for tea, grandfather was shot dead,

should’ve offered milk instead.

An infinite smile for the man who does not see.

Comprehensive assembling of the collected works of a given number of individuals (not necessarily those in relatively tight geographic sphere) allows

for movement(s)

familiar to hindsight

where there is jazz

in the last minute

it will not end,

realizing we had fallen asleep on one another amongst the trees

slight eyes, slight eyes,

accidentally reading the same Vonnegut book with a boring second act,

meticulous managers and deposed queens

I’m not supposed to be here today, in attendance, photograph taken

it’s all been said, the First World’s fed,

PRE/POST/&META jokes

will cost you

your head

Joyce is a hack, with one eye

& Pynchon’s rainbow is stained with dye

tell me more about the books you’ve read

all my favorite authors choose to be dead.

Do not knock.

born of pure reflection

voyeurism

do not knock

well-lit temerity

before the arrival

Tomorrow’s Intellect

a critical ether

a plea to god

a film unfinished.

Propaganda.

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