laid to rest.

of all the little, unfinished things i wrote in the past 3 years, only one sentence that i found had any sort of promise, and that single sentence was all that was written.


even that needed work.



it's summer and all kinds of beautiful things are happening.
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    no head, no heart, no hurry, no hate, no fun, no muss, no city, no state

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hangover headache.




i'm so antsy but i don't want to do anything but lay in bed. i ache for nothing! the collision of so much and so little.
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    i'm tastin' naomi's perfume

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i believe i've come to an agreement with the spider in my bathroom. he won't rear his little brown..head and crawl about while i'm in there, i won't throw him in the sink. he won't build webs on whatever personal items i leave out (most recently it was the mouthwash bottle), and i won't rudely knock his dinner (filet a fly carcass) out of the web so he has to go get it off the floor. it's a nice arrangement.
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    wind!

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driving home from work with don mclean's "american pie" (thankfully) barely audible, my father reminded me of how my first driving lesson involved a lack of power steering fluid, running over a curb uptown and blowing a tire. it's decidedly much funnier to him now than it was then.


i turn twenty in 29 days.