kloiterra

get up early and hurry so i can leave and get caught in traffic. work. they call me opie. cook. come home. she's still here, i'm still a host in terms of parasite. i sleep for 30 minutes and rush to go back to work. cook. come home. i tell her she has to leave. this has been going on since december. invited her over...
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birthday boy. woo. hoo. 29.

Apprenticeship day 1:
all i can say is, it went well. getting to work at 8am is gonna be a bitch but i can do it. the kitchen at brookridge country club seems to operate in a frenzied madness with no apparent rhyme or reason. i made red pepper aioli, coleslaw, a new york cheesecake, beef stock, bleu cheese dressing, took the trash out and...
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Chef's apprenticeship internship search day 3:

that was too easy. first place i applied, got an interview, had a second interview and then the call. got the job. so for the next 3 years beginning on december 21st, there will be no holidays, no weekends, no vacations in my life. that sucks, but the end result - the ticket out of here makes it all...
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ok, one more haiku.

a first impression:
someone called me witty once.
i said 'shut up, fool!'

chef's apprentice internship search day 1:
she told me that i'd want to shave and take out my piercings. i can't really believe that it would matter, i mean, the last time i worked in a kitchen, i had a five inch braid on my chin, and really,...
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all the pretty girls;
cartoons from an unknown world
when yr nobody.

been feelin pretty worthless lately. while i search for an internship i've fallen into my usual unemployed routine: up all night, sleep all day with little to show for it. at least i have the website almost done and i'm already two songs into the next project...so theres something at least. sold one of my guitars yesterday, bought some amanita muscaria. when i win the...
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last night turned into this morning as i recorded the 22nd track. tonight the album is done, the master disc burned. tomorrow i complete the cover, the lyric booklet and begin the ritualistic process of sending it out to my friends.
this is my eleventh solo album.
it is titled "Eleven" but not necessarily for that reason alone.

it can be quite cathartic, this shouting...
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The Scene

Anymore there are no strangers
Everybody sounds the same
All I hear is yr complaining
About things that you could change
if you wanted
But yr not going to
Cause nobody holds yr hand
And shows you how to.

In this town there is no strange
All you women look the same
From the game that yr all playing
And the motions are...
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i dont care who the president is - redneck still isnt cool.