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It took me 15 solid minutes
to fix the sliding glass door in my room
that I haven't been able to open for the last 6 months
and now
these last 20 minutes
since I've opened
my sliding glass door
feels like
a face-buffeting hurricane of FUCKING AMAZING.

Meaghan Smith - "It Snowed" Live in LA

While I sleepnowrightnow

and this stupid computer continues to mince my words
and this stupid continue to computers my wordn mices
I'll put this down
this blanket
I'll put this down
before bed

The best savings...

Everything is expensive
but getting me out of the house
to me?
is PRICELESS

MIỄN PHÍ CHẤT BÉO SỮA ......

I AM CỦA TANZANIA KHỈ GOODALL JANE GÕ VỀ CHUỐI. MY. NGÓN TAY LÀ SANTA BÉ CỦA NHỮNG NGƯỜI GIÚP ĐỠ HY VỌNG CỦA TÔI LÀ MỘT LƯỢNG MƯA LẺ TẺ - NÀO ĐƯỢC NÊU RA MỘT CƠN MƯA XỐI XẢ TRÚT TRONG TẤT CẢ CÁC MÔI TRƯỜNG SÁNG TẠO. I AM THESEUS, UNSPOOLING SỢI VÀNG,. SISYPHUS RA MỒ HÔI KHÓ KHĂN. BUKOWSKI, SCRIBBLING ĐI THUÊ NHÀ Ở.. MỘT DÒNG SÔNG LUÔN LUÔN CHẢY TÔI LÀ CƠN ÁC MỘNG CỦA SỰ ĐÌNH TRỆ VÀ THẦN CỦA TRÍ TƯỞNG TƯỢNG. KHÔNG THỰC SỰ ... TÔI CHỈ THẤY MỆT MỎI VÀ ĐẦY ĐỦ CỦA POO ..

He spent hours assembling his spacesuit

yet forgot to put on a pair of clean underwear
to put in his contact lenses
and to send his last will and testament via Ansible
His socks had holes in them
he had forgotten to update his Virgo Supercluster of galaxies Facebook status
totally spaced paying his monthly bill to the House Atreides
and slowly smacked his space helmet in zero-gravity frustration
when he realized that he forgot to take out the trash to the Dianoga compactor
The stars still looked pretty, though
and he swore to do all of these things 
when he got back
or maybe soon
maybe...tomorrow.

Toys and books arrive in the mail and you don"t remember ordering them because you were drunk.

A Journey - By Edward Field

When he got up that morning everything was different:
He enjoyed the bright spring day
But he did not realize it exactly, he just enjoyed it.

And walking down the street to the railroad station
Past magnolia trees with dying flowers like old socks
It was a long time since he had breathed so simply.

Tears filled his eyes and it felt good
But he held them back
Because men didn't walk around crying in that town.

Waiting on the platform at the station
The fear came over him of something terrible about to happen:
The train was late and he recited the alphabet to keep hold.

And in its time it came screeching in
And as it went on making its usual stops,
People coming and going, telephone poles passing,

He hid his head behind a newspaper
No longer able to hold back the sobs, and willed his eyes
To follow the rational weavings of the seat fabric.

He didn't do anything violent as he had imagined.

He cried for a long time, but when he finally quieted down
A place in him that had been closed like a fist was open,

And at the end of the ride he stood up and got off that train:
And through the streets and in all the places he lived in later on
He walked, himself at last, a man among men,
With such radiance that everyone looked up and wondered.

S.M. Stirling

Testing some nerdy nerdinessssssss

there is an alien spacecraft hidden in a hangar in Roswell

and a fountain of youth to be found somewhere on this desk
amongst the forgotten bills, Astromech Droids, toothpick sculptures, 
old hospital wristbands, office supplies, tissues, packets of chewing gum, 
crossword puzzles, scratched CDs, Flarp, Dewbacks, Empty Redbull cans,
old phones, candy, mice, DVDs, notebooks, shoes, socks, newspapers, 
magazines, to-do-lists, regrets, scattered pictures, electrical cords,
grocery store receipts, drumsticks, shoes, hot sauce packets, hats,
plastic masks, bathroom towels, drawings, scribblings, smatterings,
all thoughts-not-necessarily-Earth-shattering, envelopes, cigars,
paper clips, keychains, Pez dispensers, dust bunnies, books,
tears, socks, incense sticks, various silverware, mason jars,
water bottles, chocolate, guitars, crayons, mistakes,
paintings, peanut shells, Red Rum,
Clown piggy banks, Jesus puzzles,
fifty-cent bouncy balls, scotch tape,
walking canes and discarded nipple rings.


maybe
a glaring truth
of a misspent youth


to be found somewhere on this desk

Man, th lv tht i got
whn my insidsxplded
in thrty mnts
whn i wsz in th hzptl bd
and iwz n mrphne
and iwz s scrd
i gz m nt so malone

whr wru bfr idied?

Where were you before I died?
while my insides were imploding

i died and you missed it
again

Settlement....

Somebody took out my appendix last week. I guess it burst. This last week hurt. Friday a doctor unspooled a tube out of my gut. He said that it would feel weird. It did. I decided to work last night because I am badass. I decided to work last night because I am poor. The ten hours that I worked last night is a testament to my veracity, tenacity, and my pugnaciousness...

Kidding. Really. My insides exploded. It sucked. Random. 

I don't know anything.

Weird shit happens to me.

Meows and Growls...

God(s) bless you
I'll say it to you
before you sneeze

I've been missing my old life for two and a half years
My new life - I haven't been missing for two and a half years

God(s) bless you, darling
I'll say it to you
two and a half years later


Please, somebody bless this mess
two
and a half years
too late(r)

youscreamiscreamweallscream4....

I just got excited. I heard a car coming up but it was the paperboy/man. Thappp! Newspaper delivered to the neighbors. NOW, I'm lonely.

Sound off.

Keep this or not?

I need to practice this a bit more, me thinks. I've given up on writing pretty much. I don't do much personal writing lately and all of the freelance work is funneling, counter-clockwise down my motivational toilet and I'm fine with it. So this works. I never thought I was that great anyway. I write like I speak. Like Yoda with Strep Throat. Like Marlee Matlin drunk. Like Jabba without Bib Fortuna. Like...fershure.