aenemated

timing really is everything, you know. being in the right place at the right time. all great achievements likely would not have been met were it not for impeccable timing which is very often the result of stupid luck.

take tonight, for instance.

i went to the double down, per usual, knowing that i have assloads of work over the next week or two and...
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christ almighty -- jessica's new set is absolutely stunning.

i'm smitten.

i was in the shower this morning; laying there, as i so often do, deep in thought. for some reason, the MO of my eventual demise came to mind. what spawned it was a headline on fark.com that read something like 'don't want to be a senile old coot? drink coffee.' this led to me thinking of me being old which further lead to my...
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somehow, a quick jaunt to buy some smokes turned into me burning through the desert in the national reserve area down the road called 'red rock.'

such a beautiful view -- huge, red mountains carving through a sky that never seemed to meet a horizon. it went on and on and still, i can't grasp no end to it. human fault, right? completely unable to...
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when i first met my dawn, i was completely in love with tom waits' 'closing time,' particularly track one, 'ol 55.' i'd leave her house around 5 or 6am to drive home, and it was so incredibly appropriate. so beautifully perfect.

ergo ...

time went so quickly
i went lickety-splitly
out to my ol' 55

pulled away slowly
feelin' so holy
god knows i was...
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ok, i reminded myself why i stopped doing drugs.

kids, don't do drugs. because chances are you'll get burned on a twenty sack of complete garbage, only to feel practically nothing good and plenty bad on the comeoff.

yeah, no more for me. i surrender.

dig this -- i'm at home. AND sober. 100%

this will be changing shortly, of course, but such a rare occasion needs to be marked somehow.

someone remind me to NEVER doubt the income-generating power of a jew and an asian. christ, i love those guys. shit, wait a second. i need to state something here. every so often, you may find me using what...
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mmmmmmm ... coffee.

i've taken to begging. begging. yes. me. begging.

sad, isn't it?

begging for what?

begging for my dawn to come to me. my little pearl amidst all the horrors of the sea. how many have i had? how many have i given a shit about?

numerous.

and one.

respectively.

will she come? good question -- not one i know the answer to. i suppose i'll...
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i hung out with sean, the irishman, mark, who was wearing charlie brown shirt, and edith, the epitome of punk rock chick who i wanted to give the ol in-out, in-out RRRRRREAAAALL savage. all i did, of course, was drop her off at her friend's and drive home rather dejectedly indeed.

tony says i'm beautiful and she would know.

i don't know, though. i asked...
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