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I'm in Vegas. I don't remember getting here.
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I'm in fucking Portland. -
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On my lunch.
"A grandmother in my family recently passed away and I have a large party coming and we were looking to rent out your space here. Would you be okay with us bringing some of our own food? Some special dishes particular to us. Would you be okay with that? And alcohol. We'd be bringing our own? No? Okay, I guess this isn't going to work out. Maybe ( Read more... ) -
Hello, old friend.
I've been on a long hiatus from this journal. I thought that living my life in lieu of writing about it would be just as, if not more, satisfying but there's a certain catharsis and romanticism I've missed about journaling. And about 90% of the readership I had here seems to have died off or moved on so I can use this medium in relative solitude ( Read more... ) -
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An excerpt from "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman:
"Coming To America
1778
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"One question that has always intrigued me is what happens to demonic beings when immigrants move from their homelands. Irish-Americans remember the faeries, Norwegian-Americans the nisser, Greek-Americans the vrykolakas, but only in relation to events remembered in the Old Country. When once I asked why such demons are not seen in America, my ( Read more... )
