For many thousands of centuries this world has been surrounded, steeped, in weather of all types and energies, but never before have I wished so strongly that there were not climatic factors, that it would remain one way, that pressure/temperature differences were nonexistent. If this were so, I would no longer be underneath my house, trapped when it moved, and the water level continues to rise around my neck and ears; while outside, the climate rages on, for no other reason than natural law. How can I lose?
Measuring the pits in the sidewalk, Andrew grew course and bent, his back had strained itself when his hunched form moved quickly to avoid the sidewalk cleaner. A giant rotisserie appeared above the blue cheese bank, and after a short tumble, exploded like a pork sandwich on the populace.
Bringing to Bear,
all of his might,
taking his share
as was his right.
But, I hardly care,
for it wasn't my fight.
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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