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03/06/2018
The disciple splits and the discipline divdes. I know what the feeling is and I can log the emotion but theses are flimsy flotsam to ground yourself upon Everything else is in question one step b...
03/04/18
The Thing is. I don’t know. But it’s still here, even with /that/ there. I am already back but I won’t be gone. Just different tones, different strokes. This is
March 3rd, 2018
Such, such grand thoughts for such grand words. A massive pile of real, rife with interesting takes and fascinating points. How dare let such a thing be lost to the waste. So bread crumbs were pl...
4/2/2017
There is music in my head, but it’s not of my own making. There are stories on my lips, but they’re not mine. My feelings in my heart, however, are of me. And despite whatever manner of conditio...
3/13/2017
carton stylings and cartoon profiling, I suppose. I find myself looking for stories to tell. Stories about me. Stories about my life. Things are just not /interesting/ And that’s the rub.
Wordme
And like that, it’s back. This desire to just clack and click and see the word soup congeal into whatever it is. That is fine. Pasta for the masses. Pasta for me. Possibly some for you. There was...
02/28/2017
Frequency used to be my jam. All the words, all the letters. Climb to the top of that page. Be the pinnacle. Be the face to something in this. Well, that. I would like to say I want something di...
02/26/2017
I endure. This endures. It’s far too silent for far too long. But the mind rages. The feelings swell. And the emptiness longs Aches I cannot remember if amends have been made Or if I said goodby...
5/14/2016
So. I tried to stay away. And, for what it’s worth, I could have kept myself gone. There is no driving /thing/ to bring me back. No trigger. No change. Well. That’s probably more of it than I’d ...
9/18/15
The wait is here too. Revival is the day of the word. And I don’t know much at all.
7/31/15
There’s a lot of words and emotions that should go in this space right now. And it’s a lot that I’ve said before. Just not here. But here is supposed to be there now. And I haven’t done what I t...
tides
I can roll out and in lately Emotions here there a spattering of coherence I suppose Either we and you and us are high and dry or I tumble in the surging surf It’s just this or that The sand feel...
6/9/2015
It’s a weird place to be. Here, on the cusp of something more some thing Different And the only thing in the way is the massive giant fuckup of my life that I have no idea to remove
05/24/2015
a pause for clarity, a moment for time. Sometimes, this face of acceptance doesn’t feel as false as it is and the discontent inside starts to feel generic and manufactured. This schism is always ...
4/28/15
The more things fucking things, man. I’m not eloquent. No matter how I try, conspire, pretend. I’m not. Right The more /things/ change, the more /things/ stay the same. This. This feeling is the...
4/25/15
Structure isn’t a thing to ignore. Nor is it a thing to be followed. I choose to consider it and weigh it’s worth to the value of what I am saying versus the banal joy of randomness. In this way,...
yes
It’s not so much of a break through than something of a begrudging acceptance of a specific failing. And that in a way is the problem. Solutions are not something I have in my hand. But there is ...
4/12/2015
In the past. In the other thing. “You” was sometimes a specific. And, in retrospect, it was a selfish specific. It’s wasn’t fair and it wasn’t healthy to put so much on one person, my stupid emo...
4/11/2015
a type of bird
4/5/2015
Red clawed and squished alien tech won’t stop the feelings of inadequate messes
breezy
no touch no sell This isn’t the place where it makes sense This isn’t the part where she understands Or he got it Or I am it’s just the moment and we’re here And maybe probably possibly it means ...
phage
I feel like coherence is a luxury that I usually can’t afford. But maybe this is a moment for splurging. There was a ‘close’ death to me in the last few weeks and I found myself in a position in...
4/4/2015
the typeset is key. I feel pretty confident about this. but the words are flawed and grated against the unwillingness to fly above and below the sorted assortment Patterns are just chaos, organiz...
tumble
And already I find myself staring off into the now fled night. What do I think I see? What was there to be saw but the shadows who treat and retreat with the whims of an overused light? One can s...
4/3/2015
It’s been over a year and I’ve found myself missing it. I mean, of course, I knew I /would/ miss it. But I thought, maybe, I didn’t need it. I was probably right. I didn’t and I don’t. But I do....
Book Description
At one point, this thing was another thing. But time passed and the thing became a memory and something I could not build upon. So that thing is now this thing. And the words are new but probably still the same. I have a different face but I am still the same. This thing is the same and the other thing. Probably. We’ll see.
