mrzablowdowski

Tax.
Three years down to three shoe boxes filled with slips of paper. It was more than that.
What to earn? At what cost? Decades of values called into question. These last three years.
Reluctantly I take a final tally.

I found the "friend of" button the other day. I found I already had six friends. My brother used to say "If you have six...
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Something you wrote. Some silly comment. Your picture.
I find this endlessly fascinating. Inspiring.
On a Thursday. That didn't amount to much. I thought I would say, thanks.

What is it that inspires you?

Roomie commented on the text flowing along the bottom of the all news channel. Something about the head found in the a bag. I didn't see. Just rolled by.
You know. It seems. Now. Too much is made of all the grim detail. So much so, it all becomes noise. All noise all the time.
Things don't happen, just because they happen.
Where is the...
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You know you get the feeling somethings going to get you?
Not death. Taxes.
Not last year. Last three years.
I've been too busy living the good life.

got to get some rest
all worked up of late

home not his brother
home to his mother
wounds like father
time marches
- The Funeral Channel

Kriss called. Wondered why I hadn't called around. Silicon sickness. Kriss says. Keeps you up late at night. Permanent squint. Sore wrist.
That's not the only thing I've been doing.
How much time are you on line?

Me and my magic hat are virtually invincible.
If you had a secret weapon, tell me what would it be?

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I hate television.
Gives me a headache.
You know I heard there are so many magnetic waves travelling through the air. That we're losing like ten times as many brain cells as we're supposed to.
Like all the molecules in our heads are all unstable. And the companies know about it but they're not doing anything about it.
It's a big conspiracy.
...
The...
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Sunny.
Nice day.
You know how I like to dig dirt?
I live in a garden paradise. Jackhammered from an asphalt wilderness. Young pioneers.
Sunny day.

party like rock stars
went to a birthday party tonight
february's old dear friends
rock i thought
was a young man's game

i miss linz

It's raining. It's pouring.
The old man is snoring.

Go on. Bump my head!