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i wonder why i don't write much anymore. i haven't really been inspired to say much of anything lately, regarding thoughts or poetic musings. brooke and i have great conversations, but those are always spontaneous. anything i put down here is preconceived. maybe i'm not a preconceived kinda guy anymore. pretty soon i'll be going to poetry slams and praising the conceited liner notes of early bob dylan albums.
i'm stuck in a routine that i can't really stand anymore. it's time to move away from here. i'm going to boone before the summer's over. i'll be back in school by next spring. (so much for not being pre- anything) richie and i will have a handful of songs demo'd by the end of the year. and sooner or later i'm going to get married. forgive my ambiguity on that last one. i'm sure about her. it's the things i can't predict. which incidentally, are the things that sum up her life. she's much more interesting than i am. the best i can do is play devil's advocate in the face of her overwhelmingly confident and considered opinions and ideas.
the new chuck klosterman book is fantastic. everyone thinks about life, you know. they think about it a lot. women think about it directly, in specifics. men pop quarters in a tavern jukebox and play sad songs and twist their faces into thoughtful expressions and nod to their friends. communication and deferrence. bait and switch. it's all about love, ultimately.
anyways. i'm tired of this okay/fine/pretty good bullshit. the only mundane thing about me is the background. so off with it. and with me. later.
i'm stuck in a routine that i can't really stand anymore. it's time to move away from here. i'm going to boone before the summer's over. i'll be back in school by next spring. (so much for not being pre- anything) richie and i will have a handful of songs demo'd by the end of the year. and sooner or later i'm going to get married. forgive my ambiguity on that last one. i'm sure about her. it's the things i can't predict. which incidentally, are the things that sum up her life. she's much more interesting than i am. the best i can do is play devil's advocate in the face of her overwhelmingly confident and considered opinions and ideas.
the new chuck klosterman book is fantastic. everyone thinks about life, you know. they think about it a lot. women think about it directly, in specifics. men pop quarters in a tavern jukebox and play sad songs and twist their faces into thoughtful expressions and nod to their friends. communication and deferrence. bait and switch. it's all about love, ultimately.
anyways. i'm tired of this okay/fine/pretty good bullshit. the only mundane thing about me is the background. so off with it. and with me. later.