Well,

this is different.

and so it begins. the last months of my junior year, spent in hippie quaker school.

This place, Oh this place. 
unlike any other I've played in.

And not just because of the livestock aspect. Although, that can catch you off guard. 
We have Pigs.
Hairy.Red.      Intimidating. 
(Stinky. Really Stinky. )

We also have Cattle. (guess who's learning how to ( Read more... )

morning I move on to the campus. 
whee. That sure is soon. It is so much closer then I aknowledge, 
but already I feel like running around hugging everyone.
 Kissing babies and dragging brian's out of bars for passionate goodbyes. 

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So maybe I was on his turf.
Twice.
He's been wasting time here longer then I
- the whole fucking town is his turf.
At least all the spots I'd deem worthy of loitering around.

Maybe I felt a little better then usual. Fresher. Whole.

Maybe it showed.

Maybe it was just about time.

it almost always is.

I leave in a matter of minutes for a series of funerals, memorial services, and all sorts of receptions for Death.

I will have to smile

talk small

shake hands

hug

kiss cheeks,

laugh and cry at appropriete intervals.

I will have my cheeks pinched by older women who will tell me that they have not seen me since i was "this big"
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I have got to stop chasing down my supposed knight.

He's had one gin too many and is unable to operate the stallion.

I'm killing time.

time is slain (and I dont want to face you anymore)

I remember a blue pickup truck and bee hives.
Flannel smells and hiccupy laughs.

Boyd died this morning.

i realize now that what i should have said to him was;

"OF FUCKING COURSE I REGRET YOU"

...

i never seem to say the right thing.

When I was about four years old, I spent my nights sleeping in my mother's doorway to fend off the monsters that might come for her.

I know that now, I have sent them in after her.

Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. In my mother's world- sometimes they are doctors.

If this were a fairy tale- love would be enough.

A crazed parent could look ( Read more... )