Monday late at night, I swear I’m going a little psycho. I’ve got some new ideas, some obsessions that I won’t share just quite yet, but let me tell you, I’m in a damn good mood. no matter what I have to stay on top of the game and be creative. and before bed, I know this is not a good idea, but I have to find something to munch on because it’s been a good day for starving my damn head off. empty kitchen like a dried up river. went over to my friend’s website and read some stuff – after reading “Catcher.” I’m beginning to see the thread in words, in the music. God, how music and writing are interrelated. the hunger is intense, like the assholes all over the earth. the hunger rises up and falls forgotten, forgotten mess in my stomach shrinking as I sit in the hallway writing waiting for a manager to show and let me in. sheltered from the cold Saturday morning, I’m glad there is a back hallway to take me. it is freezing like hell outside again. the weather is really up and down. one minute it’s in the 50s and the next they’re talking about snow. we’re tired of it, we don’t want our progress slowed, our tires spun. not true for me. for me I’m hoping for some kind of disaster in the Golden Triangle part of town – so that I can go in later. so that I can go in never.
what is the mystery in N.E. lately with college kids being killed. the most recent one was stabbed in the head and all that, just a young freshman. this note is ending now. I hope to see everyone back here very soon.
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