Alone, I lied to a stranger. Do I lie? Am I a liar? I'm not a liar ( Read more... )

I am considering closing my livejournal account. So many others have without saying a thing ( Read more... )

Two nights ago I had a dream that bothered me throughout the day. It was a web of tiny scenes and I'm not sure what order they came in, or if that order is chronological. But yesterday, almost each new time I thought about the dream, I felt I was just on the verge of remembering some part, of holding on to a part of the dream I could recall an hour ( Read more... )

Allow me to recommend, word of hand style, the album "First You Live" by Dusty Rhodes And The River Band (I believe it is their only album). It is a meditation, I will say, on why it feels the way it does to be mortal and aware in modern America ( Read more... )

I have resorted to drinking hot water in the manner of Terry Bear. I've wasted every moment of my Saturdays and my Sundays (you're wasted from the boredom...). I am busy beyond belief. As with everything else, I am unsure what this means. I say this with confidence. It got me this far ( Read more... )

I discovered this morning that it is nice to wake up to an e-mailbox with only one message, which reads, in its entirety, the following:

Dear Joseph,

Thank you for submitting to Pindeldyboz. There is something about ( Read more... )

The project is over.

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