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Man, I wish this would hurry up and get here already. I'm usually a pretty patient guy, but I'm just chompin' at the bit to check this out (I was at this show). It seems like I ordered it a looooong time ago.

That is all.

Fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck!

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!



Oh yeah, and Go Nats.....

So there's a little loss of confidence there. Maybe more than a little, it's hard to tell. I'm still gettin' flashes of it, things don't change overnight. Mental habits formed long ago, I've got a fair amount of 'em in my favor. But the wallop my luck's taken lately is doin' it's damage whether I like it or not.

And that's the thing really, the...
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It's just a place holder kind of emotion. Nothing more, nothing less. It's related, I suppose, to the ShorDurPerSav, but so tangentially as to be irrelevant to the current situation.

You build yourself up for a crest, like a rider out in deep water waitin' for the wave. You see the swell, it looks swell, comin' out over the horizon, inevitable and certain. Might as...
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I can do the washin' up better than some can
But I'm not a New Man, I'm a new person, ma'am
I'm gentile 'cause I know what I want, man
I just want people to be how I want them
No one can make me feel as good as I can
I'm only in love with myself, man

Country Teasers - "I'm a New Person,...
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Ceci n'est pas une journal entry....

'Times it feels like I've got a heart full of dreams but a head full of fluff. I imagine all those synapses goin' frizzle fizzle, old connections, good and bad, beggin' to be made again. In thrall to a brain that is, after all, chemically addicted to its own past. 'Times it feels like there's less room for new thoughts, or really, that there are...
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Not much to say, weird day, weird day. Instead, I'll just go with a moment specific haiku:

Breath shot beer hit Breath
The easiest way to go
A drunkards haiku

Whoa, snow!