Amazement among bland haberdashers bringing back the ol' trumpet and washbasin acoustics in larger halls, turned inwards in front as a sort of reminder of where to exit from there, things began to get even less episodic as the horse's major had plebiscites in his diurnal variations, causing a champed bit of hash stew with the general purpose of cleaning up a little jerk like you would ever, ever say something totally expected, like there in the tiny place above yourself a mantled feast of pungent wine and bitter to the harvest. Planet of question, glide about and forget what exactly you were hoping to make some statement about the head and neck, laced with silver, like a clod.
"Make mine a double."
Stuffy Hodgekiss
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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