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there is a really fine line between me feeling sad and me feeling sick. my mood is currently so connected to my body i feel like a simple sneeze can cause depression. today was mostly sour, and this brings me … Continue reading →

this morning we’ve been teetering on the edge of a cliff. sometimes the fall seems imminent, and sometimes i think that we are finally gaining our balance. i’m just trying to figure out what will happen if we actually tip … Continue reading →

lane says all i have to do is start writing for 15 minutes. perhaps she is right. however, i feel that if i just allow the mind to roll that long i may stray too far and it will all … Continue reading →

What keeps these people from running in to each other? How does this city avoid collision? And how do we make contact? Today and then tonight. Perhaps and so because. I wore my flower shirt, some pants, and a coy … Continue reading →

I just had to write a small little bio for George. I mostly just copied his and filled in the blanks. Trying to distill your life into a few sentences is a very ego-centric activity. Promoting your selling points, perhaps … Continue reading →

I am here to say but cannot speakthe bottle is empty, my mouth dryequilibrium compromised please open meraw is why i collapse at the doorsteptoo much wine without understanding

I think it is nice that we give ourselves this cultural opportunity for mass rebirth. To rectify or improve our lives. To feel a bit of weight lifted and new promise given. Tonight is the same as many others, but … Continue reading →

it comes down to this: when each night is the same, why do they continue? how much do my conversations with people really add to me? them? does he notice the new bottle? yes, truthfully he does. and yet they … Continue reading →

Lately I’ve become so reticent in public. The casual observer may not notice this about me, but if you were to listen in on conversations I have they are parred down to the absolute necessities in order to seem pleasant. … Continue reading →

My dad has always liked to talk. Not chit chat really, no, he likes to deliver monologues. I picture him at this moment sitting outside in his backyard, smoking his pipe and creating his next aural opus to expound whenever … Continue reading →