sometimesaway

The Sandy Hut

It is, I thought to myself, perfectly normal to think and be this way. I had to think that, because if any part of my body caught wind of the chaos raging in my head, I might be dealing with a revolt. My arm might just pop off and find somewhere else to wave around, my skin might choose to find some...
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I loved fucking Amber...the taste and feel of her being in some ways perfect pleasure. The sleek body and willing eyes, the coming and going of it all. The simple and basic knowledge in her eyes tha I wanted to fuck her...that I needed to fuck her. The power and grace and confidence and the sex that this knowledge gave her should be granted to...
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I loved fucking Amber...the taste and feel of her being in some ways perfect pleasure. The sleek body and willing eyes, the coming and going of it all. The simple and basic knowledge in her eyes tha I wanted to fuck her...that I needed to fuck her. The power and grace and confidence and the sex that this knowledge gave her should be granted to...
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im winding down with things now
cant stop my head
i wanna scream into a mirophone
tell breakbeats what makes us dead

glorious sidebars and tinckling rushednotes...pour that sugar over me. i dont wanna listen to anything unless it hurts my ears.




i signed up for counseling today. next thurday will be my first sit down with therapist since i was a troubled teenager.



i...
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the sex pistols made it to the Hall of Fame in Cleveland.

which is just weird.


i wonder if they'll go to the celebration....or play a song....or even realize they've been inducted.


adam

Back from a trip home to Ohio...which was strange.

I finally had the conversation with my mother that I've long wanted to have. Something very close to the truth came out.


Adam

8pm

The children are embarrassed about what they don't know, hiding ignorance in carefully constructed verbage. A movie has a reference to a trick of grammar a five year old ought to know, and my middle school friends laugh along to the implied track...never understanding the pun or gesture.

Imploring to the dispassive in all of us, the days pass and pass without great establishing...
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i keep calling off work. days get darker. nights more soaked and avoidance. women too close pushed away. these are strange strange days.

i dont know where i'm heading now. i can't seem to feel my feet enough to know if i'm walking. just strange days. strange soft days.

these days no imprints get made. my fingers can't push through this thing around me. this...
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strange days.