Should have gone, should have gone. Idiot, idiot, should have gone. Well, maybe not. Get that out of the way. Will I go? Will I wait? Hmmm.
Haven't had much more than goofy times lately. Who knows what the heck's going on. I have these time-warp memories that leave me wondering just what occurred. Soon I'll take a careful grip, get a good look, and make sure what's what is what.
Standing and writing experiment. Feet moving, spelling becomes questionable. Movement under control, words not faster that before. Think, think.
Someone exits their house down the street. Sleekly they make their way to the embarrassing car. I've stopped. I've started. They start it and produce a magical clump of horrible smoke. Now they're ready to go. The engine shuts off, and they make a return journey to their front door. When they open it, a flood of walnuts engulfs them. M.T.M. is not far behind, not long in scooting down the pile.
When I awoke yesterday, I was light of head,
Slightly light of heart and in an odd bed.
This morning I awake with many lucid thoughts,
I should have chose to travel with the Deadnaughts.
When I awake tomorrow, this will all be
hidden in a plastic cage I won't see.
Then who's to say it should have been
anyway?
On Xmas of 1992 my brother gave me this journal made of recycled paper with a twig pencil. I eventually filled it up sporadically up to 1995. I dug it out, dusted it off, and started looking through it today, May 6th, 2013. I've decided to reproduce the posts online. It's raw and sure to be embarrassing, but I feel enough time has passed that I can distance myself, yet find a very familiar me within these lines and perhaps find the inspiration to take up the pen again..... Thanks, big Bro.
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