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It was a weird night. A group of close friends I had never met ran all the way to the top of a concrete tower where there was a bed and a dresser. Then I came down and wrestled with jaye. After that I had to go to class and I turned into the guy on King of Queens, but I was reminiscing about my mentor (a drunk) and myself (who beat alcoholism). ( Read more... )

There are many pieces of paper laying around my desk this morning.

this morning i am doing well.

Oh holy shit, laying in my bed does it ever change? Will something please change? I formally request a paradigm shift please. Oh? Send it to the office in Cleveland? Fuck that. I'll just deal with boredom ( Read more... )

I'm tired. I climb up 30' and get kids to do the same to send them down a zipline. Or I can let them swing. I haven't done it yet, but the pamphlets promise that I'll have an awesome time. I zone out all the time. This might be a problem that I work in a place like where I do.

This is my life for the next few weeks.


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i drive to remind myself that i am free

so the house is getting sold, looks like i'm moving to bayville. stars are falling from the sky. my head hurts.

oh god, someone somewhere tell me there's a point to all of this...

oh wait. there's not.

fuck.

i might miss laura.

another river or consciousness ( Read more... )

presuppose. pre supooooose. glen told me about this writing exercise that he did in his class at the high school so I decided to go ahead and pull some of that shit. Shit is an ugly color, i filled a fucking toilet with it this morning. the morning is a strange time, it's all sunny and light and lonely. this lady's ryhmes suck ass. vh1 needs to ( Read more... )

Indeedy do. I have broken from my desire to try and make sense of the world, now all that's left is working on living "authentically ( Read more... )