Frickin' Fysicians
Back in the old days of savage carnage viewed by few, who might have known a certain something about loud oxen flown from a far crest on which lightened loads of life-giving sustenance are strapped. Absent from this picture is the stick, the hazardous road, and an optical stunt.
Hazardous Fizzitions, Physicians of Hazard. Make way for the benighted day.
Something about the way
Sally wrote the note said,
that she had hard
times when it came
to constructing sentence.
After two more years of clam skipping, albert the Cross made his way deep into Borneo, where, lying in wait, was a crippled asp, like a gravestone.*
(*gravest one?)
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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