Bastion of heralds of time,
don't hope for less than
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.
Monday, July 8, 2013
5-1-2-93 Eclipt.
Don't fret about the trade, oh terror, being fleshed with a dominant pain. God, beautiful. God, amazing. Like music, I want to study, to know what it is that makes her so attractive. Now I'm on the run, no hopes barred. Help continue the idea of free dreams for the less, less, loess, and don't forget,
Bastion of heralds of time,
don't hope for less than
Bastion of heralds of time,
don't hope for less than
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