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I forgot it was fall-back time and I'm up an hour earlier than I need to be. I'm also coming down with something. Some sickness. I'm going to spend the entire day reading graphic novels and playing video games. Because this is how you get rid of sickness. By acting sixteen. So maybe I'll also call my mom and yell at her, tell her to...
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Studies of the War

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There is of course a story here in every little detail I'll leave out. Conversations had and opinions offered. So it goes. Conspiracy theories abounded in northwestern Louisiana during the days after the flood. About how someone had blasted the levee. Political sabotage. Flooded the city to save the what. Farmlands. Waterways. Crops. Of course. Also people who turned around...
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Nautical, a logbook

I really don't know what I feel like doing. Anyone have any suggestions?

I'm probably going to spend a good portion of this afternoon inking in some pencil drawings, reading Annie Proulx's The Shipping News and Playing either MarioKart or Ultimate Spiderman on the Gamecube. Maybe I'll even stitch some clothes that need fixing. Make a nice Wednesday of it.

I...
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I wish all the pieces of my life would just sort of all fall down into place right now because I'm tired of waiting and figuring and moving around aimlessly throughout the fucking country. I want to own comfortable furniture and pillows. A small but crowded place. Well-lit even. This is of course just right now. Tomorrow morning I'll want to be on the road...
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Do you ever have one of those morning where you can't remember the name of the other town that's just a few miles down the road? What the fuck? I know that it starts with an N...I think. All of these southern Louisiana and Mississippi towns keep popping into my mind, clouding my thoughts. N...N...N...Gah!

NEWPORT!

I can't believe I had to look that up....
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Today's already beginning dreary. The house is starting to get cold enough to light the pilot on the heater and burn out all the dead insects who've come to rest in that dark belly of a place. So long. Try again. At least the coffee seems to be giving something hopeful up to me this morning. Quelling the slight but incessant throbbing in my head:...
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"The Pooka MacPhellimey, a member of the devil class, sat in his hut in the middle of a firwood meditating on the nature of the numerals and segregating in his mind the odd ones from the even. He was seated at his diptych or ancient two-leaved hinged writing-table with inner sides waxed. His rough long-nailed fingers toyed with a snuff-box of perfect rotundity and through...
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I let go of my old profile here. Moved away from the dirty south with most of my belongings still intact. Almost died coming down the mountains, emerged in a storm in CT that wouldn't shake off. Now I'm here in Rhode Island again. Starting over again. Most everyone I know lost everything they had in New Orleans, and I managed to make it out...
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