When I’m feeling better, I’ll come back with a fury. It is, after all, my birthday month and I’ve got some things to let out. Life of the mind and seeing people sometimes. That’s the thing. Life in the world and its particulars. I try to make peace with “no one owes me anything.” At…… Continue reading And it crosses my mind…
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Restful Rest
Sometimes the cats wake me by stirring up trouble with the wires behind the computer, pulling them out and such. Yelling at them doesn’t always inspire them to carry their business elsewhere. So at 5 AM, I smacked the beanbag chair against the wall and they ran to the living room. But it was so…… Continue reading Restful Rest
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“What is this detour in which I get lost when I try to find myself? What is this screen that separates me from myself under the pretense of protecting me? And how can I ever find myself again in this crumbling fragmentation of which I am composed? I move forward with a terrible doubt of…… Continue reading Untitled
You Say Your Thing
Houston hands me a bottle and it’s just one and I say thank you World and it laughs, because I laugh, because laughing… is contagious. When you get drunk the spirits come and break the doors down. There are splinters all over this apartment. Getting messed up is congruous. Messed up parallel with being truthful…… Continue reading You Say Your Thing
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Houston has cut that shit out with the rain. My friend calls and says Austin had some snow. But did it stick, I ask. No, not really. Ha and ha. Look at your South. You’ve got it good. Thanks for having me! Yeah, I’m here. I’m at the doorstep of your February and audiences are…… Continue reading You fill in your blank
My Pure Thing
make more sense of life going further in no allusions are made to coffee drinking as something deep it is just something I do, for now, today something mentioned on either side of the napkin and the screwdriver gradually wears into my palm forming a blister and it bursts putting together new furniture from the…… Continue reading My Pure Thing
December Notes
Talk of… GOOD INTENTIONS. Just talking. The talk does not manifest itself always into anything other than itself? Let me say, this wisdom pouring out is manifest in the act of humanity’s ability to question. And on top of that, it’s ability to question the question. That is some acid infinity mirror kind of shit,…… Continue reading December Notes
At The House Warming
I think I’m taking up Henry Miller’s method of writing heavily in the day, then socializing at night. If only I could safely remove that thing, the job. back all fucked up danced insane drunken monkey style at the house warming my zest for life started shining through and that my friends is what makes…… Continue reading At The House Warming
Lifetimes
Finally my job has hired me, this has been the first week, and I’m no longer a temp. Feels good not to be a temp and in turn be handed all the paperwork listing a pretty generous set of benefits. So we’ll see how it goes, how everything goes. As a unit, we’re pretty stressed…… Continue reading Lifetimes
The Heat
god it is so fucking hot the sun is going to cook us alive in the next couple of years don’t believe it? anyway, it’s hot out it is night and it’s still hot out I’m sitting inside an air conditioned house the place is still blazing July dreaming of August
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