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I am looking for an honorary degree to help me

split my eyelids closed doors are all I see

whatever this place is let it be what it be
-whiskypit i wont put up a sign, that would be to much work-



Who do you think is the most interesting beatle?

Ringo, I think or maybe he was the most desperate.

a scavenger

either way he frightens me to no end

I would have to fight him just to get my ass wooped
-contrast, a frontal lobotamy might get me to put the pen down-
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cannot wait for help or guidance,

dear sg's , dan savage, mom,

I left condoms and movie gift cards in my brothers car this past summer
he let me use his car this weekend while he and the g went to san fran for a belated christmas getaway

its fine automobile, often I thought to call Neodrunk, not because of the price of the car, or the plushness. But just to have a laugh.

I am on the outside of what the life or being what is my brother, and it is far better to be in some rights.

I have not a child, a job, a girlfriend, a tight ride, another child, or a plush pad.

I have things i like, and in my mind at times they seem not right

So it goes for everyone

Once I had anamosity towards those who have so "much more" then me.

Truely I was suffering from self loathing. Why should I care what others have.

There is an absence in everyone, In every home, I am living with very marketable absences, see above. Where as others, have by their means, corrected or provided a suitable "missing piece for the big o"

I think about people, I think about what I am trying to say, not how to, just that its there.

I understand, I am aware, that means nothing who cares.

We dont live by our words alone

I dont have Neo's phone number. I, am not reprizing the role of Morpheous, I am not the king of dreams.

Or a sage, or a prophet or a guide.

I am 25 as of right now, in a minute I will be 40 a moment ago I was 10

Tomorrow I will cycle through the other number in my head

:: I am writing something, have written something by typing, its not very good reading material, nothing concrete
I am defacing my own mental projection with self depriciating spray paint, I am tied and tagged, drugged and dragged from the back of a pickup truck outside a titty bar in my mind,

in my mind, outside , inside this apartment , plush, I am reminded of the things I dont have, and felt the need to mention a few persons I wanted to know I understand

I like my brothers drawings I like Neodrunks poems

I might find a better way to say it or I might leave it to the silence of text

The rest, abstractions distractions noise tow trucks come and go

the snow is suddenly here, the town under a nine letter word for when it falls


-southhamptom is shocking liverpool in what might be the perfect sport





:::disclosure,

I havent hung out with the sgtc crew for sometime like since I bought myself a breakfast

I might have left the impression that I didnt respect ya'll but really I am being humbled by my own decisions.

Orson Welles- what a strange fellow