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A dense fog lies outside. The security monitors in the 9-1-1 center scroll over a milky blur. I have a strong urge to get the hell out of here. I'm tied down though. Literally, I can only move as far as the cord on my headset allows me ( Read more... ) -
Thoughts
I really haven't been getting enough sleep lately. It's amazing that I haven't fallen asleep at work in the past two days ( Read more... ) -
Flood
I just dreamed of a great flood in New York City. In the beginning, I was a guard in a prison. As the water began rising, I was in no hurry to flee the prison walls. I saw the water approaching, and wondered how the inmates would get out, and when they did, how we would account for their whereabouts. Making my way to a courtyard, the water rose ( Read more... ) -
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The shirt that I've been wearing for the past few days has dyed my skin a very nice shade of blue. Maybe if I tattoo a Chester County 9-1-1 logo to my left breast, I can go to work in the morning with no shirt on and no one will notice. -
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Drivin' faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
Falling faster in my car
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Drive
We went out driving last night ( Read more... ) -
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Dear Code Ones,
Die in a fire.
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I took a break from work, and went outside for a walk. The building that houses the communications center is a large office building. We are deep in the basement, beneath a foot of concrete. I walked up the long stairwell, out into the refreshing night. I slowly walked around the building, enjoying the mild sting that came with each breath of ( Read more... ) -
Words
As I sat here at work, reading, I was suddenly overcome by a wave of emotion that rose up inside me. I'm not sure what it was, or where it came from, but it brought tears to my eyes. It was not positive nor negative; it was an overwhelming feeling of a presence of something.
I want my guitar. I want to sit in my basement and have time stand still.