quasi_sean

01


Sometimes, me, you wont be able to answer or even understand completely what it is that sits and picks at your brain like that apes that delicately select the bugs from their hair. Does it have a name? Does it have anything to do with making a movie about a guy like you, infact, you met him in the first draft of a shitty...
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Today I was in therapy, and the building I was in caught on fire. They evacuated the first and second floor. I was on the seventh. It was odd.

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But...I got to thinking about the deliveries, you know, like when your head swims, and you sit shaking and you stare for hours at all the shit on your desk. The Asprin, Plato, pens w/no...
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There were only sixteen reasons for me to crawl out of bed that didn't make much sense to me at the time and perhaps wouldn't even make sense to me by the time the noon hour hit--but I couldn't argue with the anger screams coming in from the window, and covering my head w/my pillow did nothing to keep them away.

So I gave up,...
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In the back of a cab--
eyes frozen to something out the window and I can smell the rain that is sitting up the clouds waiting for Friday and do I really love days like this and do they make me feel more secure? Do I want to stretch my head out furthur & furthur and up into the sky until I stake my spot...
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There was a time in 6th grade that this ugly guy stole my inhaler and held my hand down on a metal slide until it burnt.

I tried to play football once when I was in 4th grade and someone threw the football right at my nose, and my nose bled for hours, and even worse, whenever I sniffed, it smelled like football.

I once...
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For some reason I am over fascinated with the movie The Hours and I think I'm watching it way too much, but it seems to keep my inspiration level up as I continue this wonderful writing streak I have been on. So looking past Meryl Streep, I watch on and on and on...

I seem to be realizing all these things lately, and whether they...
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I'm back, after my near week of dealing w/ things...

I feel a bit better tho, I've been writing like crazy, listening to a lot of The Smiths, drinking tons of water, and chain-smoking lots.




I am kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
J.D. Salinger

I want a poster of me to tell me how to feel today.

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no traditional heading necessary--
for I am about to unleash--

oh, I knew the future was haunted.

and I imagine you knew the
whole time that I watched you
and celebrated the brilliance of
my decision.

Oh, sad boy
just how many people
can you disappoint?

I saw as you climbed...
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I bought 8 DVD's today.

That'll last me till Tuesday.

Writing right now...

So I've stopped back in....saw Bubba Ho-Tep this evening. It was fantastic.

I'm going to try and do the last edits and rewrites on my novel sometime this weekend...so finally those who wanted to read it can.

That's all for now.

I'm glad this year is over, but I wonder if I can stomach another one?

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sat beneath
the layers of laughter
clawing at the air
gazing at the trails & wondering

I've spent a year shaking
hallucinations & halos
scraping the sweat off my fingers
and crying those sounds

and now I see a new freedom
right in the middle
whispering mixtures
that better...
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I'm off for the next two days...

Let the drunk begin...

I once played a banjo, nude, in the middle of a crowded restaurant while the manager played the bongo drums.