it's monday morning; yesterday was my day off. and a fine day off it was, though there's very little of it i'm able to remember at the moment. one can still find traces of the day's activities in my hair, my breath, my shirt. expired time lingers like old spider webs in the corners of the ceiling.

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it's getting dark and the stadium lights are on, light pollution fills the sky.
the fog is lit up and it permeates the city, making it that much more difficult to tell the difference between given objects.
people and street signs.
buildings and trees.
through the thickening fog you hear trains
calling
calling
calling
just like sirens.
whatever.
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not quite as romantic as poets and songwriters would have you believe


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i went to an aa meeting monday night. it was a "young people's meeting" so the group was composed mostly of people in their late teens to early twenties, with a couple of old dogs here and there.

seconds after parking by the curb outside the church, i stepped out into the cold and promptly slipped and fell into about eight inches of fresh snow. i ( Read more... )

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i'm still not very good, of course. but it's much better to have more left to learn than you already know. wait-does that make any sense?


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i'd like to start off with a poem; it's very personal

"drinking orange juice and jacking off
is there any other reason to live?
if there is, i haven't found it.
on second thought:
maybe mashed potatoes"

i hope those words strike you as deeply as they do me, the world's own tragically undiscovered genius.

it's so cold outside, and inside too sometimes. i ( Read more... )

it's fucking 19 degrees outside