Dearest Journal,

It's cold outside. Really cold. It usually doesn't bother me, but when the road is freezing I just don't feel safe. Tonight it reminded me of the high school football games. Standing among fellow popsicles; watching everybody's breath appear and disappear and appear and disappear again. Every so often someone would actually decide ( Read more... )

Dearest Journal,

As I stood beside my truck and fished for my keys, I realized I never cared much for "Fire & Rain" by James Taylor. Too graceful to be true. I'm looking forward to spring. Roll down the windows and turn up the music. Can't ever talk to anyone in the winter. Everybody walks fast to get somewhere warm. Oh well. Tired of writing to ( Read more... )

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Dearest Journal,

I finally got my Halloween pictures developed. Grand madness memories. I am going to try to show them cronologically. Enjoy the ride.

Night One: The Boa of Delvis


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Which Bob Dylan song are you?

Tangled Up In Blue

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Dearest Journal,

Found my "lost" book of Loose Ends. Some interesting poems, songs, couplets, and late night confessions. For example:

Every night, every day, a train passes through this town blowing its whistle letting us know its coming & going. I don't think life could go on if the train failed to come chugging through. Life may simply revolve ( Read more... )

Retrospect...
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To whom it may concern,

Pictures of the July 3rd debut.


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Dear Journal,

I have been avoiding you, live journal. On purpose. Every thing every one writes, illustrates, scripts, and complains about on here keeps making less sense to me. Me saying that makes no damn sense. Regardless, I will not eliminate my account or identity; this is a wonderful tool for uploading/updating pictures.

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Dear Journal,

"Snowblind" - A two minute, give or take, four-chord adagio I wrote/created sophmore year saddled up in my head tonight while heading home. Love that little ditty. Icicles hitting spare piano keys. Still play it every now and then. Can't remember how it got its title, though.

I knew we had it coming. Such a gorgeous New Year's Eve Day ( Read more... )