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Its satuday afternoon. I'm alone dancing around my living room to Wilco's Summer teeth, a drink in hand, sunlight showing the haze in the air. I'll go into the city later on to meet Susan for dinner. We stayed up late last night in front of the T.V. and behind closed doors. It reminded me of things we did back when we first met. Maybe thats kind of ( Read more... )

I didn't get any sleep last night. I just lay there waiting for the sound of the air conditioner to get me out of bed, like an infant child crying in the middle of the night, needing to be held, fed, or somehow or another attended to. Which really meant I had to re-wedge the flat head screwdriver between it and the window sill. I must of dozed off ( Read more... )

Disoriented in my surroundings. loosing connection with those around me. loosing touch with myself. I stay up late watching world as it appeared in my viewfinder. I wake up early to watch it as it appears in someone elses. It will never be enough, it never is. The flaw and beauty bound together. Always an obstacle to get in the way. The apple never ( Read more... )

Authors Note; This entry was written on July 5th 2004I remember as a Child my family would always wake up early, the morning of the Fourth of July. We'd drive down the beach to a Shoneys to eat a big" all you could eat" buffet breakfast. We'd gorge ourselves on biscuits and gravy and cheese covered eggs. Our family usually sat at the same table ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about something a friend told me a some time ago." The devil doesnt stop you in the street and ask you for your soul. Most people sell theirs a little bit at a time."

Remember the past
Live the present
Trust the future
I wrote a letter to his widow. It read as follows....
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Eventually the time will come, when there will be no more monday mornnigs

My day off. Breakfast at my favorite diner. Slept later than I should have. French toast. The same people are always at this cafe. It feels like I'm watching a play. The two Greek waitresses, the cook, the mentally handicapped girl rocking in the corner, and Debbie my favorite waitress, we talk about being drunks. She comes over to my booth. I ( Read more... )