hansel

And, yawn, another day crossed off the calendar. Mmm.. cookies are done.

Maps. Nobody appreciates maps anymore. Not in the true sense of what they actually are. In this city, no one really feels lost in a physical sense. If you walk far enough in any direction you'll stumble across a 7-11. Act belligerent enough, drugged enough, and any 7-11 clerk will be happy to call you a taxi cab. In a good apartment, on a good...
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So, goodbye weekend. I leave you a little older, a little wiser and with the sour taste of jalapeno's still stuck in my mouth.. The egg timer just went off.

Ah, sweet sleep. What dreams will I have?

I have exercised my demons, having given them power to ease growing pains. It's a beautiful day outside, time for me to fix my bike.

I survived the desert (again) and I love you all.

Thanks everyone, you all made my birthday a happy one.

The dial on her internal monologue is damaged. "It must have broken in the move," I thought, incorrectly it would seem. I must have shaken her far too heavily. The sprockets bounced from every pore, sprawling en masse with certain, deft romantic glee. She has clockwork repetition, glamorous, and unbiased; another set of concrete symmetry building along a tight thread of twisted wires and forget-me-nots....
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There's a little restaurant about two miles down the road from my house. Open all night, sometimes later. Shes sometimes broken into separate shifts, a constant oscillation of availability and indecision. Id quit going if I wasnt so use to the company; Ive always had a certain addiction to familiarity. The faded mosaics a constant reminder of what love felt like; before cynicism, before scotch,...
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I burnt my finger. Oww.

Apparently sweating is good for you.