boynamedsue

Got sick this weekend. Which is lovely. Super duper. Bookmarked my favorite Bukowski pages. Tried to sleep. Played hockey. Wrote three poems. Ate nothing. Drank apple Juice. Played chess and won.

like the old song says....the suns gonna shine on my backdoor someday....

Maybe, I could tell you of tragedy. I will be your storyteller. You will have no need for movies or records.I will tell story after story and you will stop to wonder if you are now one of those stories......

Maybe magic isn't enough. This morning I listened to St. Thomas by Sonny Rollins.

I had a dream about the Enola Gay. It was shinning...
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I have never been good at writing in journals. I often tend to list off the list I did during the day. It's a terrible habit. Today, I wrote a poem. I still haven't showered, though I brushed my teeth. I am going to sell my self on e-bay. Everyone should have a pet Brien. I currently look like Charles Mingus, circa 1951.

I sent out 14 submission this week. M. got a bike and I want one. I saw part of frigga's boob. My day has been lovely. I book marked my favorite Brautigan pages. Did the dishes. Made lunch. Forgot to Shower. Ate gummi cherries. Smoked a few cigarettes and drank Pepsi. I am part of the "next" generation. It is full of sluts and pillow...
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