Entries 10
Page 1 of 1
I don't pill dood, Uncle Pill.
The meeting last night went pretty well. One can usually rely upon Daniel to focus on the solution. Daphne was wearing high, high heels. I never cease to be amused by her South Georgia accent. It...
Desperation and the regulators.
I’m broke. I have a date with G (non-romantic in orientation) for conversation and companionship on Thursday. She’s really fun to be around most of the time. She has an energetic sort of lifestyl...
May I've given.
I just don’t know anymore. No, that’s not fair. Someone else invented that. I invented reliance. When I write my poetry, I get an intuitive sense that God is giving me the words sometimes. That’s...
I'm a king; you can ask Stephen if I'm lyin'.
Oh, man, that one guy on the Phish forum is getting on my nerves, as always! He will say anything, with no regard to convention or decorum, in order to feebly express his distasteful iconoclasm. ...
Septemberween.
I don't really look like anything.
I have two optimal choices for what to do today. I can listen to the 4 nights of Bisco Inferno, or I can go sit in the library and read Robert Hunter’s A Box of Rain. I’m kind of world-weary of n...
I might just need a baby-sitter.
Here I am, all hepped up on goofballs and no place to go. No, honestly, I’m just hypercaffeinated and nicotined out, and I have a meager social life–which I am nonetheless grateful for–which leav...
I like my ointments topical, mostly.
I was told long ago that I “allude a lot.” I wonder if this makes me harder to connect with, on various levels. I know that not everyone has the same memories as me–kind of–and I personally don’t...
Idle Worship
This is my favorite song right now.
Here is primarily a place where I will be doing God-knows-what with God-knows-whom (God-knows-when), and hopefully reintegrate with some long-time friends. I’m not really that interesting, prosai...
Book Description
Come on, fhqwhgads.
