Watching and waiting, I'm sitting with you but my eyes are on the door.

This is all no good.

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I've returned to my fetal state of no responsibilities or emotional anythings with my third departure from the lovely Arizona. I felt much more comfortable leaving this time, having come to terms with so much. And now, an obligatory list of the events and thoughts of the occasion ( Read more... )

My plane leaves in 5 hours, and I can't sleep ( Read more... )

"I'd burn alive for you."

"Oh."

Nothing is ever easy, somebody should write a "shocked and appalled" letter to whoever's ridiculous idea that was. I miss the past, I crave the future, and everything in the middle is just a movie I film in my head.

"It's just so weird talking to you."

"Oh."

Okay, so here's what happens.

At 8:45 a.m. on June 26th, I will be at Sky Harbor with a little bit of luggage, and plenty of opportunity.

Many people owe me lunch, Ford owes me a story, and I owe a lot of everything. So mark your calanders, ladies and gentlemen, because I'm coming back from the dead.

So I've been a graduate for several days. Oh, Misery.

I've been playing the waiting game my whole life, phone tag with the future, a useless collection of collections of collections of memories of things that never happened.

So that was just a bunch of bullshit apparently. In two days my life will "never be the same," but not a damn thing will be different.

"Congratulations Graduate!"

Cynical eyes twitch uncomfortably at the
lyrics recited with absent syntax and
misused words. Forget their intent, mock delivery
internal with snide delusions of being better. Mask unknowns, those arrows, with clever variables in fashionable fonts that strip all meaning from that which is already meaningless. Pretense, pretentious, portentous ( Read more... )