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the rumors of the confused Houses and homes, places to rest a weary head, logged down, packed away, printed out into the past. Hard copy. Here I am. Homeless. My beard is growing a bit longer, boxes have been piling up, packing is a sonofabitch and I don't know where I'm headed. The rest stops have faded away, faces have been forgotten, plans forsaken, there's nothing but the road and my finger on the trigger. There will likely be times of security again, but not for awhile now. The times ahead are uncertain, they hold no notion of what's going to be found around the next bend, it's all scratches on the fence and burned out warehouses. Squatting in the abandoned lives of rejects and suicidal nonconformists, this is not a revolution. I am living the life of a true hypocrite, see if you can find the contradictions. Lying is like the color of my eyes. One more day, one more fuck up, but it's all in good fun. No one's counting. No one's keeping score. Seems like everytime I think I've learned something, I turn around and the whole goddamn house is burning. I turned off the coffeemaker but left the stove on. Jesus this shit is complicated. All these sudden rainstorms of loss and leaving and silence and abandon have me wondering whose in my life for the long haul and who I should throw back. It's hard to see in the moment. But neither of my parents is in contact with a single one of their friends from college. I hope that's not true for me. I'd like to think at least a few of these cats are true blue, rocketship to the moon, fucking friends. We'll see. Try not to stress. Worms shit dirt. My body will be in the ground before too long. I'm just trying to recognize my life while it's still here. ----- in case you were wondering - 10:33 a.m. , July 04, 2006 in case you were wondering - 10:33 a.m. , July 04, 2006 dont call it a comeback - 11:17 p.m. , January 19, 2006 the enlightened ones - 11:16 a.m. , February 19, 2040 wait - 12:12 a.m. , June 18, 2005 |