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.
Friday, August 9, 2013
7-29-93 The Mistaken
Cold Times are Ahead. What's going on, X? There is a man; now there is a man who will destroy the world. He thinks very little, and when he does, he thinks of himself and his tiny glory, and how he will be infamous in the memories of a deceased planet. This is what he thinks. Who is it? Who else? Your buddy, Z. Damn it. You've screwed us all. May I say, that your country has done many things throughout the years, some great, some good, and most of them were fuck-ups. That's all your damned country has ever done, it just keeps shitting along, and now you've screwed us all, you stupid son of a bitch. Now hold it, X. Fuck you. (Smokes the pipe) Is that going to help anything? Is it? (offers pipe) Would you like to see God before you die? Last chance.
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