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No one ever told me you could just start a business, or if they did, they didn't explain it very well. Everyone should have at least two jobs and at least one of those should be something for themselves. I am not yet addicted to stress buy I can see how that becomes an issue. Already I feel my patience with people and conversations that are not ( Read more... ) -
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I feel good. Tired and somewhat angry, but good.
I think I figured out where a good amount of my crazy comes from. But I can't type it out just yet.
Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.
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Osaka with Illka again tonight. In the past week, I have become a CEO, got my moped license, designed anime parody business cards, cleaned wheelchairs at a rest home, and so on in that fashion.
It all flows together so seamlessly with itself, but so poorly with my life to this point. I am not accustomed to competence. I am not accustomed to having ( Read more... ) -
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I kind of like that lj is dead right now. I like the thought that I'm writing something that could be read by friends and loved ones at any time...just not right now.
I quit going to church. Not in general, just my current church. I am torn between the desire to find a new one and the dread of finding the same thing in another building with ( Read more... ) -
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I'm not weeping because you won't be here to hold my hand
For your information there's an inflammation in my tear gland
I'm not upset because you left me this way
My eyes are just a little sweaty today
They've been looking around, a lot
Searching for you
They've been looking for you
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So about three weeks ago, I updated my Mixi for the first time in years (Mixi = Japanese Facebook ( Read more... ) -
Sometimes I write shit like this and I'm not not sure why
Age ain't nothing but the number of years you've been alive. And me, I'm dead inside half the time. So my face has lines, but cut me open and the rings are four or five. Child-like I think in rhyme like story time: Hey diddle diddle the cat scratches fiddle but life rambles riddles, you rats act so little, it's time I skadittle. Pack up your blocks ( Read more... ) -
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It's been a while since I've posted a personal "life" entry. But certainly not because of any lack of self-obsession, no sir ( Read more... ) -
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If suicides were mulligans
The gun would meet my mouth
But, my dear discarded lover,
The one way to get us out
Is to fix the cannons forward
And then join them in a shout:
“Hallelujah!
All the losers
Shout it out!” -
The Crooked Branch
Once on the side of a great big mountain there grew a tree, and it was a fine, strong tree. Its roots dug down deep into rich soil and its leaves and branches stretched up to Heaven. Its fruit was sweet and pure, feeding many people and housing many birds. It was a fine, strong tree indeed.
But in its shadow, there grew up a crooked little tree. ( Read more... )