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Driving home on the almost empty 134 freeway at 2:00 in the morning; watching the moon as one is flying along in darkness only punctuated by the occasional vacant headlight straining in the rearview mirror and blurring the vision of oncoming traffic. The moon is big and bright and shaped like a thumbnail, it is so yellow that I cannot take my eyes ( Read more... )

work is getting better ( Read more... )

Had a strange dream the other night. I miss school.

( sitting on the ground sitting on the ground sitting on the ground )

look at this bullshit. been in LA for three days and already there's a fire.


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I got a poem into CCA's literary magazine, Red Is Blue. Go to the website and see it when it comes up in a couple of weeks!! redisblue.net

I really do feel like I hate everyone sometimes. I want to grind faces into the dirt. I wonder if other people feel anger that is worse or less than this. I don't even want to go home, I just want to sit in my closet in my apartment and not talk to anyone for two days straight.

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walking across the street to my apartment at three a.m, in a steady drizzle, dodging puddles of rain that have settled in the potholes, a thought, very random, crosses my mind: I am jack's broken heart.