It's been a while since I looked at this thing.

I'm in the twilight of my twenties. This journal has been around for ten years. Nothing makes any more sense than when I started. Always with one foot rooted in reality and the other in imagination.

I have less hair. Marginalized.

ha

She's engaged

There is nothing like hearing the sound of tangiable doo-doo leaving someone's ass hole in a completely silent, tile floored, high ceiling room. Every fucking morning there is someone in the bottom floor bathroom eleviating themselves of their coffee shits cramp. The commode is always the one right next to the stall I am using. For peeing of course ( Read more... )

First day back in college. So I am documenting it like the last time I was in college. On my fucking livejournal.

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This is the first day all week I've been able to ride my bicycle. The weather hasn't permitted me. 110+ heat indexes have kept me slow to motionless. But 9 this morning I looked out my window and saw that it had just rained.

I ruined a mouse the other day after riding my bike to the library and poured sweat into the computer.

Time to be

Luzon - 1943

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Everything is great. Oxford Mississippi is a fairyland.

There's a slug of light dripping over the distant trees. Winter trees, skeletons. I'm riding shotgun down from Okmulgee. The sun looks like a drop of soft gold and it's all I can see when I tighten my lids together, curing another overnight drive. The sky is grey. And the dirt. All the homes are too. A warm front swung up recently followed by a ( Read more... )