23. and very little to show for it. seems appropriate.
no much more an update than ever, really.

way to fuck it up yet again, ohio.

deb died at 2.55 this morning.
she faded out peacefully in her sleep.
end one day, start another.

i'll miss her.

so deb's probably not going to make it through the night.
not quite sure what to say or feel. i suppose i'll see.
it's been looming on the horizon for a while.

death smells like urea and lavender.
welcome to the idea of mortality in slow motion.

yeah. bitchin. even chabon's got nothin on this level of silly genre fiction.

reality is always worse. you should know that by now. come on, kiddo, you know better. call this, kid.

still. cpt. pike blinks twice.

oh, how life goes. so surreal.
...e.

...eyes aimed in red-rimmed fury, asking eternally of the monolithic void, "vitriolic or vital, elegiac or with teeth?"

...storm's coming.

he was just for decoration; just a little entertainment.

it's funny, at least in some sense, that the blood spatters still hold relevance.

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just realized that the song used in the SNL short about ahmadinejad is an aphex twin track. this one, actually.
now i sort of feel like an idiot for putting it on a mixtape.
damnit.

in other news, no rest for the wicked. slept a little last night, but nowhere near enough to make up the deficit.

i wish i could whistle well.

to compact things into a sentence.

"sentence."
funny how english works.

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