elwood

Ha-ha! My home town blew up.

Read all about it.

Wow. ...Really, just wow.



















...goddamnit.

EAT MY REVOLUTION, BLUE MONKEY!!!

What a weird fucking night, man. First, reluctantly reunited

Then a late night run in with two girls I had known from the Expose "Gentleman's Club", one of which in whom I had confided every detail of my life and had failed to realize I really cared about until after she got knocked up and quit the bar - her disappearance being the main reason...
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I have an ingrown hair inside of my left nostril, and it really really hurts, and I don't know what to do about it, but I don't like it. And, I find myself somewhat alarmed by the statistics on iatrogenic deaths.

meh.

Don't want to go to work...

I miss poetry spontaneous prose the immediate need to put pen to paper before the mind releases brief inspiration and the urge is gone.

I miss poetry Beat obsession... Infatuation Kerouac's Cassidy lust the burn to pour heart onto endless page to live to breathe to ignite a flash fire of momentary motivation.

Taqueria Friday nightNewly inspired Ginsberg breathe of unrequited longing a love of...
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"The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction, the weight we carry is love. But we carry the weight wearily."

I don't have limes. I never have limes. Even the lemons have gone rotten; I don't even know why I'm looking, but a Cuba Libra sounds so much better than a simple rum-and-coke. Fuck it; it's whiskey season, anyway.