I'm playing keyboard in a sushi bar tonight. I can't remember the name for the life of me but it's in Sac right where True Love is, used to be, whatever.

So I have options today. Who would have thought having options would make one want no options? Sleeping sounds peaceful and easy...but some of my options are revealing themselves as obligations. Damn tricky bastards.

THE BLOODY BEDI told a friend I am writing a how-to essay on how to make a bloody bed ( Read more... )

I'm not here. This isn't happening.

oh...um. fuck.

Hours and hours of minutes.
Miles and miles of feet.
Gallons and gallons of liters.
This is how we make ends meet.

like this:

*PUSH*{END--------> <----------END}*PUSH ( Read more... )

Why must we know of all the rotten things that occur ( Read more... )

I'm talking and spilling to no one.

So hammocks are great to lay on and think about shit. Except some shit comes up that you dont want to think about. That's how great they are at extracting thought. Did you know this?

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