kingskottie

heh,

"and two and two... always equals five."
'thom yorke'y kinda twist.

yes. i'm sauced. a 3 day weekend. happy hour for fools. i'm starting it it with a big fucking bang.

GOOD MORNING.

i can never get used to waking up 2 minutes before the alarm clock goes off.

do i get up? do i fall back to sleep? do i decide that alarm clocks are the tool of the devil and beat the shit out of it with a bat?

either way.

the sun is up and is warming the land next to where i'll...
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Mr Fantastic is stretched out.

i'm NOW... ICEBERG SLIM.

heh... i'm feeling it.

i'm throwing a bolt in the last lap.

I FEEL SLOPPY.


staring at the end of the bottle. the empty part is so sad.

watched SPUN last night. at first i hated it... but as it went on i felt really filthy and *springer-ish* in a good way.

the trailer park crystal meth freak is up for a week straight.

TOTALLY LOST ON THE SIDEWALK

moist.

the tile is moist. my face is stuck to the cold wet floor of this basement.
the checkered floor looks alot like a nitemarish cartoon ride from a carnival that would only exist to scare you.

i'm not scared. i'm home.

the faucet is broken and spraying sink water all over. i was nursing a wound to the head...
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edited to say.
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bummed about the death of the exploding hearts. seek out their cd and dig it now!
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DRY ROT ON THE DOCK

good god. they've done it again.

the people, whoever the fuck they are, have left the dead fish in the harbor for the seagulls. the piercing wails of the hungry birds is pullin me apart fromt he inside.

they...
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LUCRE AND THE ROLLING BOY.


she was crying while putting make up on. i know this.

i know this because between sobs she told me. i have to believe what she tells me.

i believed her story of the man on one hand and the ticking of his watch. i believed the story about the fire in airport bathroom.

why was she in love with...
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GRASSLANDS.


the wind is hot.

so fucking hot that it licks the spit off my tongue. this could be the worst day of my life.

killing him wasnt the issue,it was the looks i got from all the whores as i did it. astonished that a human being could do such horror,they cried,screamed and demanded answers.

here i was, half naked covered in blood...standing over...
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DRIFTING COWBOY OF THE INTERSTATE.
summer 1987

ugh.

my head is killing me. hateful and haunting, my head is pushing the legal limits of self loathing.

it's a hangover. it's noon and the sounds of the highway are waking me up in the cheap motel i found last night in a drunken stupor.

whiskey is ok, it's the shots of vodka that makes me lose...
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yes. i'm back.


so sorry for the long hole in my SG life.... the account goes south and i take awhile to get it back up.

the real life is doing great. the heat kills..the life thrills and i continue to pay the bills.

looking forward to checking y'all out.

BACK WOODS ...the dam will break.


The mossy ground moved under my feet.

the recent rains had swollen the little lake into a huge sea. the ripples became waves and the sweet georgia sky was now ablaze with lightning and walls of water.

the water flowed over the dam. this was the sign that the wall would break,

this was a sign that the world...
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BURN MY EYE.

i promise better journal entries. well...no...but ok.

heh... anyway i've been slowing down my SG input...a weening i guess... so far so good.