Wherever you come down on the abortion issue, I just have to say, I am really enjoying the sudden sweeping support for reproductive freedom and bodily autonomy ( Read more... )

The old me died long ago. But the new me keeps his memory, still leaves teardrop splatter flowers on the unmarked stone from time to time. Friends and mentors tell me the past doesn't exist. I dont object, though I know better ( Read more... )

The longer I live, the less certainty I feel. Maybe that's what the big goodbye feels like... everything just becoming uncertain all at once, until all that's left is the essence of your soul, those things you know indelibly, without a doubt ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've done this. I'm getting old... it's hard to fathom that I'm as old to teenagers today as someone who grew up in the 1960s was to me when I was young ( Read more... )

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This will be my last entry in this journal, at least for a long time.

I don't know what you think. I think it was a great run.

Catch ya on the flip side.

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Ramones, Sex Pistols... fuggedabout it. This... THIS is punk rock.

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Veit ek, at ek hekk
vindga meiði á
nætr allar níu,
geiri undaðr
ok gefinn Óðni,
sjálfr sjálfum mér
á þeim meiði,
er manngi veit
hvers af rótum renn

Við hleifi mik sældu
né við hornigi
nýsta ek niðr
nam ek upp rúnar
œpandi nam
fell ek aftr þaðan
Hávamál, Stanzas 138-139

From my view at 32nd Street
Winter throws its snow down heavily
Empty halls of friends who've come and gone
I'm awoken, rushed, and dragged along
New York, New York, New Haven, Hoboken
The skylines appear spinning past in fast motion
The words we shared dissolved as they're spoken
All the worlds away from my love

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