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i sliced my finger with an x-acto knife yesterday. pretty fucked up, some stitches and a piece will probably come off.

my good friends just had a baby about an hour ago.



^ copper harbor, mi





^ some cool graffiti, mpls



updatage:

Siv posted in my journal.
i'm never washing this journal again.

anyway,

^lady slippers, near my cabin



got my stitches out friday. i should have a picture soon. anyway the piece hasn't come off, but i can really feel it, so i don't think it's making it. poor finger...

my friends' baby is cute.

my car got towed this morning because they declared a snow emergency like two days after it snowed. whatever.

hunter thompson shot himself. crazy fucker.


^my brother and i at our cabin (i'm on the right)

the picture below was taken near my family's place of leisure (pronounced "lezure")
the poem is jacked from a cover of the the local rag, city pages. poem by: john berryman


Life, friends, is boring.
We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes,
the great sea yearns,
We ourselves flash and yearn.