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Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
"Now I’m riding the underground trolley back in forth in the Atlanta airport. In the most densely populated airport in America I’m the only one around, well except for night-shift workers, but they’re not on the train. I can imagine the kick that the federal security is having watching me walk around this airport like… Continue reading Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
For Crying Out Loud Society, Can You Please get your Shit Together. A Rant.
""Yeah, I’m a nice person, so I do. But still, like Rodney Dangerfield said, “no respect”; absolutely no respect for the Post-Post whatever modern writer. Take a bow, because now the news tells me a tornado is blowing in. Grreeaat! And so it goes." For Crying Out Loud Society, Can You Please get your Shit… Continue reading For Crying Out Loud Society, Can You Please get your Shit Together. A Rant.
Unedited Desperation (written over two years ago in Chicago)
(A few weeks ago I was on a bender, dying, losing it. Now life is still a mess, but I've grown, become a better human. Loving. trying. Fighting not to lose goodness. When I wrote this I was angry. My eyes were burning from a war, the life, the constant war I feel I've been in. What… Continue reading Unedited Desperation (written over two years ago in Chicago)
He’s dead. (I think)
Who's there? Nobody. Just my thoughts. WAKE UP. Ok, I'm up. Stretch, some toast and oats and milk, and standing, writing, and WAKE UP. I'm up. What time is it? It's right now. What's the score? Huh? How do you feel? My back hurts from so many days sitting down. Alive? Yes, I guess. … Continue reading He’s dead. (I think)
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