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February 23, 2016

Destinations in Book Title.

Are we there yet? I’m not waiting Time is standing still instead Are we there yet? Our ambitious end To fight after we’ve flown Where’s there at? We raved nightly Cartographers all blushing Wher...


February 17, 2016

Highly important in Book Title.

I had a fuckin stoner epiphany about that bullshit Tangy heard from his therapist concerning abusive family patterns. I am too high to elaborate but the actual thought came like a freight train, ...


February 16, 2016

Double down. in Book Title.

I hate thinking of titles for my musings. I hate the word musings. It seems so pretentious, implying the literary nature of your journey. I hate the idea that life is a journey. Is this an advent...


February 16, 2016

Scattered Brains in Book Title.

You ever think about killing yourself daily? Nah, me neither. If you heard any different, you heard it from a liar. I wonder how far I have to go before I reach something. There’s got to be a ho...


February 12, 2016

Clockwise in Book Title.

It’s 10:40pm and I’m becoming increasingly aware of the time passing on a sunrise to sunset scale. Try and sort that nonsense out. I don’t give a shit about time. I’ve rejected the value and fun...


February 10, 2016

Create in Book Title.

Streams of consciousness are like streamers of paper, easily lost, torn, disposed and unwanted. I’m not sure there’s value to my wanting. I guess I’m the only audience that’s amused by these musi...


I’m in the bathroom before dawn again, just sitting pretty on the floor next to my rambunctious cat. My computer battery will die soon so I feel compelled to write as rapidly as my fingers are ab...


January 24, 2016

Art Forms in Book Title.

Everybody dies, that’s the truth. No wonder I’m confused I can’t tell me from you. So what else is new? Break down or break through Don’t get me misconstrued I’m not trying to be rude Let me try ...


January 01, 2016

generic prescription in Book Title.

Stream of thought runs thru my heart and dumps into a little river. Red bubbles swirl around and down and rush past one another. Everything one day is lost but blood cells tend to linger. I’m not...


December 23, 2015

Type2 in Book Title.

I need to set healthy boundaries in my work environment. I’ve known that since I started but never addressed the issue with enough intention to make progress. After the holidays they’ll be firing...


December 09, 2015

Type1 in Book Title.

So I came here to write down a specific thought I was having towards the end of this doob and now that I’ve arrived, all I can think is, ‘Damn, I have cottonmouth.’ (It’s 10:23am and my handiest ...


There’s not room in the universe for the things I must create. It’s too big, the ways I feel. Well when you’re sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin’ to some rich folk that you kno...


I have a prosebox still. I never would’ve remembered if I hadn’t just been thinking about Matt. God, Matt- I know I’m the fucking lamest. It was so cool to see you and we haven’t even talked sinc...


July 11, 2014

It's retarded in Book Title.

...but I'm so fucking angry at my husband. We haven't had sex in a week. When I brought it up tonight, he said he just wasn't feeling very attracted to me lately. sigh


March 12, 2014

title title title in Book Title.

I have been thinking about my kids a lot. I imagine them grown and what they'll be like. That leads me into some weirder side thoughts about my own parents projecting me into an adult personality...


February 19, 2014

Begrudgingly. in Book Title.

Here I am writing on mo'fucking prosebox. R's gonna grow up to be a farmer and she's not gonna turn any of her animals into anything, especially not food.


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