Hangin' with Travis the homewrecker, a Caterpillar driver who doesn't discern; things get confused when the Japanese appear and ask for our Reasons. Brought back to life once the coffee stopped, the ugly waitress stumbled over a triumphant episode, and after a million years, she returned in the form of a talk show, an evening news schlockfest that drove the best to their knees. Brought along for the tribe was a large-eyed child who wept for the hunchbacks. Every time the happiness peeked, I was asleep. How was I to know when the evil began to crowd its way under my skin, to have it terrorize me like it would after Travis pointed to the infotainment and said, "Eat!"
All the time I
start sentences,
sometimes words
or years without changing.
every time they
repeat
or I start it
with the wrong letter, yet the
right result ascends
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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