this doesn't mean anything like this will continue.
but it happens to the best of us.

school is
oh, for god's damned sake.

i've been living in a brilliant twist
of partying and getting my shit together.

i'm doing my school work and living and being
somewhat of a success at both.

noah and i must take the green herb
to kill the zombies.

in other news,
life is blurry with work and booze.

school begins in 2.5 short days,
which i find to be a bummer.

i've started eating unhealthily
meanwhile gorging guacamole.

my car is breaking
it is my fault.

[i need to get rid of
this goddamned thing.]

one month ago,
i was in spain.
two,
southern oklahoma.
three,
school.
today was great. time
flashed by with bluegrass.

most importantly,
i lost your trust
(not only do i think it, but you've told me so)
and i'm not sure what to do.
don't let me lose you.

-clark.

a summary:
-you're not dumb, stupid, or goofy.
just great. that's all.
-tomorrow, i will be one-hundred-twenty dollars
short after paying today's speeding ticket.
-caffeine is a horrible, horrible narcotic.
-noah's house is lazy lazy.
-i suppose that's all.

Llegue a tulsa, estaba un poco cansado,
pero ahora, los lugares-nada no hay importa,
y la gente me reconstruyeron.

i came back to tulsa, tired of it,
now, the nothing-places do not matter,
and the people rebuilt me.

the lights dangle in a star
that spins in the ferris wheel,
the wooden creaking roller coaster
that we all pretended to want,
the failed movie and the really big pickle,
a hot afternoon and it was still warm on your bed,
the drugs and the photographs taken in spain.

today was phantas(tic)magoria.
i forgot love in spain and found it again today.

well.
i am home again.
tulsa still smells,
harden's hamburgers is still open twenty four hours a day,
and my mom let my cat gain five pounds. she is a behemoth.
in short,
i missed tulsa lots.

i have seen different clouds,
i have spoken a different language,
the buildings i walk past are older than our dying fathers,
the little things i see are smaller,
i see fewer mcdonald´s,

but the mo(on stars) sit still,
the light we see is too old to move,
we see the same little distance between one half
continent and an ocean.

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