Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Words and more words put together is some way

I don't know if I feel better or worse than yesterday, I just know I'm tired of feeling like shit.

I may, in fact be the safest writer in the world. #AmericanBulldog
The thing about Lucy Liu is that even when she pisses me off she looks at me like, you know I could eat your face with one bite, right? You know the only reason I don't is because I CHOOSE not to, right?

I have nothing of import to share this morning. The drugs and sickness have sapped the energy from my fingers this morning.

Between Terry dying and the cruise I feel like there's been a shift inside. A sea change.

Now I want to see Life as a House
I can't explain it. Again, the drugs and sickness. But I want to be more like my friend Terry and leave this world in such a way that people will feel that it is somehow less without me, I want to carry the energy we shared on the boat for that one weekend; that sense of we're in this together, you and I. 

Maybe the drugs and sickness are turning me sentimental.

Go fuck yourself.

I woke up with no music in my head. This made me laugh.

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