Sometimes I drink too much.
something feels celestial in my bed. (random thoughts, wednesday morning) (hump day) my daughter and i live a few blocks from the 44th president's house. i suppose this is a good point in the future history. after all, no one marches anymore. there are no sit-ins in my neighborhood. no one is protesting anything in [...]
god got jokes. now and fo-eva.
if i were to go, i'd want people to know, i have a wicked sense of humor. i love shit that makes me laugh. i don't mind raunchy. freedom is freeing. flying is living. i'm not afraid of dying. but i'm in no hurry to go. lots of things to do. curious about old age [...]
the words 'fool time administrator' have been stalking/taunting me every time i look at this blog. reminding me that i haven't written shit for it in the last 90 days or so. so be it. such is life. i read somewhere (always reading more than writing, thinking more than talking, telling more than saying, hearing [...]
(dear) diary (or whatever) -today was fairly uneventful. in the early morning hours, not unusually, i pondered what had gone wrong with my life that left me in a place where i regularly want for my absent lover and wish on my heart of hearts (and actively pursue) an altogether new secular existence. basically, next [...]
i was walking up the street, home from work, on the phone with my cousin, who was describing a crazy scene on fond du lac and sherman, a mess of cops and firetrucks, oh look, over there, a car on fire, where is it? it's at the fucking pump... i'm like WHOA. how crazy, imagining [...]
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