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Here and then I was riddled by the sun and set to mark by some unseen hand. My bearings, ciphered, proved me here and now; then. We walk through time in a straight line; I teeter, crooked. Once I...

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Went for a bike ride at dawn this morning. That’s three dawns of the last four. I rode up to the rail-road tracks where the road blocks have been cramping my style for a week. I hadn’t been able ...

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Jesus, prosebox again? Where’d you get off too, peeing in the neighbors rosebush? Maybe that was me, figuratively of course, going off and peeing in rose bushes. C’mon it’s not like anyone expect...

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Bad times, bad timing. I learned some things this week. It’s not that I don’t want to know, just that I wish they weren’t true. Among the things I learned is that my back is more fucked up than I...

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So I was dog sitting, right? The correct answer is; right. And I get this text, can you do another day, and I’m all like, right. Toldja that was the correct answer. So I was going to leave early ...

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First time writing an entry on a phone. I think; the phone seemed to know my log in. I’m dog sitting a big beautiful goofy Shepard ( can you still call them that when they’ve never met sheep?)....

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Yay! Though, I walk, through the shadow? Of Death! I will fear; No, Evil. I was having that conversation with someone recently, you know, the punctuation conversation, not evils, Pslams or valle...

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As the scripture says; Go fuck yourself. I’ll admit, it’s very likely someone has been tampering with my scripture. I can go for years without even knowing where that darn thing got off too. My b...

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I’ve had a long week. Am expecting another one. In context they are just normal weeks, sort of, I just do so very little that any mark on my schedule gets attention, a measurement in time or dist...

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Fucking Van Morrison breaks my heart. Associations go way back, girls, women, smoky clubs and cold streets. I’ve been avoiding putting discs in the rig with van Morrison tunes, but it’s hard to t...

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And the lion shall lay down with the lamb. And in his slumber the lamb shall rise and flail at the great mane with his terrible hooves, and rend the lions belly with his square and terrible teeth...

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There was a desktop orphan lurking from a day or so back. It is either too terrible or too great for my typical vanity of posting and apologizing. What disturbs me most about it, though, is how f...

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I freaked my daughter out, an accident I assure you though no assurances are asked and I would assure you to take my assurances with a grain of salt, a lemon and a shot of mescal. I’d advise you ...

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“If you don’t love me, be kind and lie,” her voice all ripe almond and death. “Be kind” pastilles, vanilla, cloying and coy. And death. I saw my own body as if from above, pale and balding, outl...

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Things have be strange in a dull sort of way. It’s much easier to say “I have a headache” than to say “The things in my head are conflicted.” See? That kind of strange. I think I wrote that sente...

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I guess the below is my facebook intro. I forgot even writing it but it sounds like me. It’s three O’clock in the morning and the night is squirrel tailed and liquor eyed. Three O’ Clock West Coa...

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I dropped a quarter in the case and said “This looks a lot like home. But it isn’t.” The guy stopped the song he was playing and said “Child, you are knuckle deep in sin.” It had been a long tim...

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Sort of waiting for the GF to decide whether she’s melting or not and if we’re going to do something about it. It’s not that it’s horribly hot out there, but it is something like 110 percent humi...

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Today made a sort of humming sound as it crept along. It tasted greenish blonde and I think it wore flip flops. I suppose if I were a good citizen of time I would have asked today if it were lost...

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Couple days ago I was watching some show and part of the ongoing plot (I assume ongoing) is this guy was molested by a priest when he was a kid. It took me down the rabbit hole of associated memo...

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Somewhere in this entry I’m going to post a song. I’ve probably posted it before and if you ever rode in my old mighty mighty jeep you’ve heard it louder than that type of song needs be played. C...

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Temps were shooting for eighty today, just missed. Humidity got up to forty but dropped off. So fucking what? Yeah, I’m with you on that, buddy. I saw this guy whacking at his lawn with an axe. ...

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Oh, yeah, actual real life stuff. Funny I was talking to GF about text speak and she hadn’t heard IRL. In real life we rarely use the term in real life let alone have need for abbreviation. Just ...

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Way back in the day, you know around 2012 or so, surveys were all the rage on social media, because, god knows it’s hard to convey how much one has run out of shit to say without room temperature...

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Sing a song of sixpence Pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie When the pie was opened The birds began to sing How is I know this fucking thing? — Mother Goose? Yeah, let’s...

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