Drove 15 hours last night. To San Diego and back. Tired. Dirty. I enjoy having a beard.
It is me and L. day today. She is tking me to see "The hulk".
I am working on something big. I am telling no one but the three people who might read my journal. It's called "City Typewriter". I enjoy four line stanza's. I enjoy the ideas behind epic poetry. Still, my heart belongs to minimalism. She is a beautiful tease.
I am going to go work now.
It is me and L. day today. She is tking me to see "The hulk".
I am working on something big. I am telling no one but the three people who might read my journal. It's called "City Typewriter". I enjoy four line stanza's. I enjoy the ideas behind epic poetry. Still, my heart belongs to minimalism. She is a beautiful tease.
I am going to go work now.
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The blame...it was a pathetic man healing...I might try to tweak the last stanza's because I meant to show this...it goes...consfusion...denial...anger....blame...
I hope you understand what I mean...I am stoned. We should talk about this.
It made my heart rise to see you address it head on and not in a scaredy-pants way.
xo