I write oh I write endlessly. I am losing something with each word I put on the page, each sentance adding to a collective loss of my identity. The price, oh the price, of my piece. The good news is that i might be able to find a location in late summer or early autumn, It makes working on the drafts more and more bearable.
I had a good visit with my mother this past weekend. It was good, My class in the spring, which i will be leading is almost done with the planing. i am getting excited, and i am worried no one will sign up for it. I mean who wants to take a class dealing with sex? Who wants to read Gaiman, Miller, Walker, Ginsberg, oh right I do.
I love this add a picture thing. I have to add someone other than louise, or it will appear to "stockerish." I would love to pose nude for suicide boys. It sounds "fun." besides there is not enough naked pictures of me floating through the internet.
Well I should go back to writing.
j.
I had a good visit with my mother this past weekend. It was good, My class in the spring, which i will be leading is almost done with the planing. i am getting excited, and i am worried no one will sign up for it. I mean who wants to take a class dealing with sex? Who wants to read Gaiman, Miller, Walker, Ginsberg, oh right I do.
I love this add a picture thing. I have to add someone other than louise, or it will appear to "stockerish." I would love to pose nude for suicide boys. It sounds "fun." besides there is not enough naked pictures of me floating through the internet.
Well I should go back to writing.
j.
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events. not poetry. just rage, rage, rage for this static life.
thanks for listening.
The personal is only personal if you don't share it.
i hope tomorrow treats you better.
and remember,
today is not a boomerang.