I just got back from the dirty south a few days ago, I was in probably 7 different states camping or sleeping on people's porches.
The day after tomorrow I'm going to Europe and meeting up with Mike.
I also have tonslitis.

on shift from 9 to 5 then from 6 to 3 steals the soul machine forever tuning ( Read more... )

I met him outside a coffee shop, EA. He was smoking a cigarette, real suave like. Pressed black shirt with khakis and black flip flops. His hair long and wavy, almost a blue color but well kept, his feet were brown. Dragging on that cigarette, standing with an air of authority, he knew that people watched him ( Read more... )

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Sean told me that Amanda told him that some scary old lady in a wheel chair wheeled her way up to the curb of the house, got out of her chair and hobbled her way all the way up the walk to our door. Amanda came out asked if she could help her, and she said no, she had come to the house to look at our red tag ( Read more... )

I'll be 21 at midnight

Hi Ems ( Read more... )

Sometimes we get down to loneliness,
and poetry is just talking about things.
In the wake of those graceful verses,
Those boats loaded with spiced meat and jewels,
Is a silence meant to kill.

I don’t sleep anymore.

On the 30th we got up at 4 am to go into the city so Michael could get his visa. We waited outside in a line against the building before the sun came up; although the process was rather arduous we were the first ones to go and took the train home before 11. Going through the Bronx I noticed a particular writer by the name of Pen had tagged every 50 ( Read more... )