bruiser_boy

I found myself ducking for cover yesterday evening when someone driving by fired several bbs through the front window. That's such a fucking chickenshit form of vandalism. At least have the balls to get out of a car and tag the house or something.

If the snow from the other night would finish melting, one might actually think it was early spring. The grass is even starting to get a little green.

I graduate from college in a month in a half. How weird is that? Actually, it's going to be very weird because only 2 people will be there to see me. Kind of defeats the point of ceremony. Someone else has been picked to give the speach. Cest la vie, at least I had the honor of being asked to participate, you know?

Oh, and did anyone else catch the Wanda Jackson interview on NPR, Sunday?

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Some more words

- Squint -

Set adrift and weathered by time
that silver glaze has worn away
exposing a coat of bluer jade
and the coarseness below
A thicker patch of cold, gray hide
wrapped around sutured skin,
ragged flesh and bones
tempered in a slow burning fire
only to crumple like paper
when set ablaze in your presence
Its all for show,
you know my frailties,
a host of insecurities,
bound within bloodshot eyes