edmund

Shakespeare and Keats have now been layed to rest, and one is better than the other.

God died in the 16th c. (:interesting fact.)

Read it in a book somewhere. Don't know why we didn't pick up on it sooner.

Fucking Germans taking all the credit.

Figures.

So. Expression:



Lazy eyes laze round screens and monitors that monitor (bare minimum standards in testing) and when...
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Did some shit today. Hammered last night. Need to stop getting drunk at work. Smoked a joint. Manager came up stairs... that dude intimidates the shit out of me. So:

Out out again; no more closet living.

Buying books to be read that don't get read all that often -- words hang too tightly by the page. I like things a little loose: loose women...
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Work again tonight. Last night was fun. Drinking at the office and saying dumb things dumb.

Oh well.

Got rained on on my bicycle. Fell wet on the ground. Almost took things too far. Didn't compromise.

It's good to be alone sometimes.

Need to work on that one.

Always hiding from silence: music, telephone, internet, tv, subway, novel, etc.

Alone with thoughts. Observe. See things....
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Have to work tonight; Lou Reed's wailing in my ear...

I heard he doen't give very good interviews. Speaks too dirty. I should eat some breakfast.

Paper planned isn't paper written yet. Keats and Billy on the artist: I dwell it in the neurotic and stick it there.

Too easy to write time off for what it is. (If there really only is this moment...
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So I just signed onto this site today. Don't really know how to do anything. Wasting time when I should be working. Can't change my profile pic.

Whatever.

Instead I'll just type things that don't mean anything to audiences that don't hear anything, but listen with their eyes and watch what I can't see.

Sort of how it goes in fibreoptics: data transfer to naked...
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