welcome back but next time don’t take so long what can I say? my eyes are stinging from? from the Tiger Balm and I guess just from being tired here in the evening obviously not much news to report these days I should come back later to write more when my hip is not killing…… Continue reading uneventful note
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Sunday notes
I am better with the small time than the big time the weekend time of course I prefer this but I do not use it all to the best of my advantage it is usually Monday morning when I feel I could use just that one extra day and I would be more settled in…… Continue reading Sunday notes
pain
the reader is along for the ride on the small things too. I think for the whole trip I will complain about the pain that has built up in my right hip this past week. of course I won’t go for the doctor about it. they’re just for conversation. I’d rather go to a psychiatrist…… Continue reading pain
looking back to a sheet of paper
do I need hip replacement at this young age? it is killing me the stinging of it I guess from days and days of sitting on it wrong poor posture as they say it’s no joke I was brought up in the fear of bumble bees and especially wasps but not the fear of God…… Continue reading looking back to a sheet of paper
oceans movement
pictures of my bookcase yes, looking at it I find it soothing call me strange it doesn’t matter I tell them in a speech I was spawned last year’s Halloween and no one noticed you all are here just for the food anyway the winds are heavy I am in a good mood for all…… Continue reading oceans movement
Sunday is clear
sunday I am sitting on the bed leaned back against the wall with my head by the window light coming in and a superbowl ignored because because I have better things to be happier about believe that or don’t believe that reading and sitting with my wife lunch is over she wants to go out…… Continue reading Sunday is clear
life breath
thank you thank you for life given to me so that I can learn just what the hell is happening to me and spread myself across the bridge I am waking up from a crypt of denial I have been in for quite a while hello from alexandria where roads are torn up and silence…… Continue reading life breath
leave the truck the way it is
I write for a bit look down try to enclose myself in the quiet so that I can be real and nothing else could possibly bother me I have my friends and my movies the indoors but also I have nothing when I’m on the sidewalk when I’m going up the muddy street from all…… Continue reading leave the truck the way it is
as the blood spills
crushing in the games network the waterworks turn on the river spill some blood and go for a deep drowning of yourself in the mundane grind of news and a country “pulling together” clothes those three colors every turn of the head I am blinded with their blindness and wreck the car it cannot be…… Continue reading as the blood spills
old slaveships
it is getting colder and colder. my God. these days I’ve had to reroute my way to work, adding a bus now so that I don’t have to cross the bridge at night. the whole thing is over an hour, but I am safe and in good spirits. safe at least in the moment. not…… Continue reading old slaveships