And it was hot; a working man's day. I worked and worked it away. Not much else to say. Someone's really getting annoying, worse than before. Everything emphasized is paltry and rude. It's just stupid, that's all. And testing, tiring, everything else you might do to drive someone over an edge of perturbation. Stomp, stomp, emphasis-emphasis; give me attention. It makes my gut turn and my mind darken.
"How can you possibly be serious,"
he asked,
"You wouldn't do this to me, or us."
she averted with,
"I think you're delirious,"
so he sat
Just then they saw the bleary bus
in the rain.
She got up and took it, serious.
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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