I just realized how many people I know who say they love Jack Kerouac and have never read anything by him.. or who love him and don't know who Allen Ginsberg is. or anything about the beatniks, for that matter. in fact, most of the people I know who actually are versed in these two artists' works I've never even met. what the hell is up with that! ( Read more... )

holy mother of funktard, batman ( Read more... )

day draws near
another one
do what you can.

like stealing q-tips from my on-again/off-again's bathroom because I've run out at home. and then feeling guilty for it.. to the point where I fess up and apologize, go out and buy a new box to replace them, and not buy any for myself ( Read more... )

theme of my twenties, thus far ( Read more... )

in a strange attempt to exhibit my car's axle's problems, I think I fucked it up more. I am supposed to be leaving for work in forty-five minutes, though I am uncertain whether I'll return (in something other than a tow truck).. I am unsure whether or not I am going to go or not yet, really. is fifty dollars worth the stress of wondering whether ( Read more... )

the little voice in my head has just informed me of two things..

1) "you are not alone in your misery."

2) "your password is not nearly as clever as you thought it to be."

I stood against a railing on a balcony last night (this morning?) speaking of oneness and quoting the bible and attempting to tie it into psychology and intimate relationships.. and I don't know. I had the attention of everybody there and I felt it was me that I was trying to convince ( Read more... )

fucking St Patrick's Day......I drank ( Read more... )

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