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If I was a politician, I would lie to you. If I was a scientist, I would show you the facts. If I was a cop, I would write you not poems but tickets. If I was an artist, I would define lines. If you were Jesus, I'd ask you for a prayer. If you were Buddha, I'd ask for enlightenment. If you were a fireman, I'd ask you to please, please help me extinguish this fire.

YOU

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BE WELL.

Dear Samantha, this year didn't start off as well as I expected but I'm going to take it and turn it all around and think about it as a positive experience and not a negative one. No details needed but...the overall lesson is for all of planet Earth to not be a Dick York about small things and if you catch yourself being a Dick Sargent about small things then...STOP BEING A DARRIN STEPHENS. Because that's a big thing.

This applies to all of us mere mortals.

Metric- Gimme Sympathy lyrics

You ask me to play more classical music...

I say to go through my records and pick something that you've never heard before.

WU-TANG?

Well played, Grasshopper.

Well played.

My Heart...

is a spaceship.

You're a passenger.

Fare thee well.

I wish you Godspeed, traveller.

I went for a drive again...

I came home three hours later.

Southern California/OC is a strange, strange place.

It makes no sense.

Alaska makes sense.

It's probably a lot harder to drive around aimlessly in certain parts of Alaska, I bet.

That's about all that I have to say.

What...

would you miss

about all of this

after you've died?

Memoirs of a "Latch-Key" Kid 1984-2014

How many years is that? I can't even do the math though it's right on top of my head, or at least in the heading right on top of the what I'm writing's heads head.

I didn't hyphenate, I usually do - but sometimes when I hyphenate, it makes me hyperventilate...so...I...use...da ellipses......instead......

There's a tablet to my left. It's making me not write right now. If I could stop the Home Depot commercial - I could write about it forever. It wasn't necessarily bad. Most of you wouldn't even notice how bad it was. It easier to share in real life. I will write and maybe it will come back again. Fuck. I'm playing stuff on the tablet via Hulu Plus. You, know? The thing that I pay for for more content and less ads? you know. The thing that I'm writing about right now? I shouldn't be doing this right now. I should be smarter, writing about smart things.

..........waiting for the Home Depot commercial.......ellipsesssssss

still not here

Listen To Books. Read Music. See Feelings. Hear HERE.

I'm clearing my throat.

For whatever I'm about to write/say, apparently.

I'm here. Still here. Writing stuff.

Sometimes that's enough.

HERE.

Knuckles dug/deep/burrowing into my eyes.

Wiping away the crust of days gone past, every night. Everything.

Here are my ears opened.

My head starting to turn.

Creaking sometimes. Sometimes snapping quickly left to right.

Like old parts in a factory that work best with age.
Like new parts that need to be broken in.

My eyes have seen enough but...I'm a baby. I'm a newborn fucking baby.
Every blink of mine is a lifetime, wanted/used/wasted.

I think that I'm at the toddler's stage now.

My teenage years are going to be a shit show.

GET READY.

Get ready FOR WHAT COMES AFTER THAT.