fred

Okay so recent journal entries have been lame.

The latest perfect circle has been getting some play lately, plus along with some butthole surfers that I dredged up.

I saw an X-ray of a girl... passing gas...

I'm chilling with a six pack of bud. I haven't dranken budweiser since high school.
I like how the words "dranken budweiser" look together.

Tension - Release
Gain - Loss

The times before great change


and great change itself


Weeds and varmits, guilt and apprehension


The story is not an equation


Seconds are slices


there is no calling price





Life


(the grand mutating all enveloping conundrum)


is raw

learning lessons
threads to something I cannot see


Johnny was a little cripple lesbian midget boy
but he stood ten feet tall with a knife!


No matter what I've got to keep in touch with homies that know where it's at.
To smell night air.
To remember feelings in hopes a seed may be planted to feel it again
in some other way, some other day

*smokes a yearly cig, looks out to ocean*

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4/17 1:50pm
Ahh... a cold rainy april day. I like it.
It's going to make my weekend much better.
I'm not being sarcastic either. The excess sun and warmth can grate on the nerves after a while.