quick note

if you’re coming to my page directly and noticing a shift in layout templates, it’s because I’m tinkering with it trying to make it better. if you’re into this sort of thing – color schemes, whatever – I’m open to suggestions.

digs and partial surprises

time is precious in the morning, the afternoon, and the evening – people are jumping on me like that. no wonder I find it hard to breathe. and why, why are people so disorganized? was I adopted? damn, today is Friday, and I don’t have plans for the weekend. is it possible I may have…… Continue reading digs and partial surprises

inbox note

week of being swamped with work memorizing poems in head acquiring intense lower back pains free massage man at co-op advises I stretch more “your cats are smarter than you, why?” “because they stretch more,” I answer. week of overtime not getting to see movies I want to see I’ve let studying go slack but…… Continue reading inbox note

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today I thought about Sunday being such a good thing because it’s a day you have to yourself. I had it that way, for the most part. free time is like gold and gold is so valuable because it’s rare. I’m not King Midasing myself to death with free time. everything turns to time. thinking…… Continue reading Untitled

april flowers (mind branches)

good morning. I don’t know what exactly should be written down at the moment, but I’m sure I’ll think of something. yes, already: the mind is (here we go) like a computer, but different. let me explain. the computer filing system holds onto data in linear fashion; as long as the user can remember the…… Continue reading april flowers (mind branches)

out of bed

2nd cup of tea morning greeting. my first job, very first, was mowing lawns. official first was filing away cards in a greeting card factory. at the interview the guy asked me what bands I listened to, I said Judge, Gorilla Biscuits, and so on. later he admitted to me, because of this, he thought…… Continue reading out of bed

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guy got ground up in Fargo we caught the last half North Dakota accents foot left sticking up out of the machine like that our day driving around from time to time woke up from nap two guys screaming at each other in the back alley at the top of their lungs someone beat us…… Continue reading Untitled

breakfast

a fiction: on the first night you saw a UFO, ran into the house, and to your dismay, no one else believed you. this made you cry steadily alone in bed for many hours, but in the morning you awoke and went about your day without much trouble. the next night you stayed inside, read…… Continue reading breakfast

lungs? check. calm? check.

spokesman handle on grasp on finger on the pulse of america it’s not a small world still I can predict much of what will happen b/c many go the basic route of the programming a voice box distribution lego construction flag burst of flames a logo a person in need troubled america does not help…… Continue reading lungs? check. calm? check.