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Moon dragons
I haven’t written in a while. And I am not making any promises about writing more in the future&emdash;not that anyone cares, but then, I’ve never written because anyone cares; I only write because I care.
I haven’t cared in a while.
Now, maybe my intention is to start caring. And maybe I will persue that intention. And, assuming I do persue that intention, then maybe I will overcome some of the formidable obstacles I will encounter in that persuit. Perhaps finally I will arrive where I need to be. That may not be the summit, and It may not seem to be even the destination of the trail, nor even a significant junction along the way. But it may be exactly where I need to go.
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Wreader
I’ve heard that writers read a lot, that they consume books like coal-miners quaff huge breaths of clear air after being trapped miles down in a collapsed mine. I’ve heard that writers–the commercially successful ones–don’t drink, or do drugs, or … Continue reading
Moon, March 1, 2006, 8:11 PM
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photopress
[photopress:dsc05917a.jpg,thumb,alignleft] This is just a test of photopress. Orange flower on a misty day.
Lucky
Be comforted. There can be no 6:66, neither AM or PM. No 7:77 either, although it will be 13:13 once everyday. The space shuttles Challenger and Columbia are both gone, so we don’t have to worry ever again about a … Continue reading
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dead letter
Unaddressed rage. Like anthrax–U.S. Military grade anthrax–in an envelope not addressed to a Senator, or to anyone else. Concentrated lethality with nowhere to go. So it just sits inside. Most people suck. They smile at you, maybe they even like … Continue reading
stuck
Did you ever get stuck? I have. It’s not wriiter’s block. Writer’s block and I have an almost warm antipathy, like Snoopy and the Red Baron. Besides, I’d have to be a writer of one sort or another to have … Continue reading
again
I dislocated my shoulder, again. I am late for work, again. The apartment is too cold, again. I have two friends in jail, again. My coffee cup is empty, again. My head hurts, again. Summer is over, again. And I … Continue reading
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Hello world!
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no pics
I don’t feel like writing, so try this old journal entry. I’ll be rearranging the site soon. If you get screwed up in the frames (these are old pages, coded when I knew less than not much) then try this … Continue reading
precious and terrible
It’s snowing. Just walked to the store and bought two pints of Ben and Jerry’s. Can’t afford to buy food at work tomorrow, have to bring a bananna. And the rent check is going to bounce. I am too much … Continue reading
one
This struck me yesterday when I saw it, just a glancing blow, a tragedy in the news—there are so many. But it really hurt. Still does. One survivor. How do you go to work everyday for months with fourteen friends, … Continue reading
An army of one?
An army of one? This is the pop-up I got when leaving the britannica article about Himmler and Hitler, and the Gestapo. He’s got a cute face and nice lips. And I’d fuck him in a second. But I don’t … Continue reading
napster is up and down
napster is up and down upanddownupanddownupanddownupanddown… today. but it is not gone. i fear it will be, though. they ask us to press our congresspersons to support the movement, to express our napster-devotions to record companies, and to stay connected … Continue reading
now HERE is a
now HERE is a blog. check out them hippos. i’m now finally having this morning’s pot o’coffee #2 (long night ahead, i guess) and before tomorrow morning, i may give in and bid on the mug of the sixty-nining ungulates. … Continue reading