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It's 1am.

An otherwise pointless spurt of consciousness between an extended saturday afternoon nap and fluttering about aimlessly the next morning doing chores, chattering with friends over skillets, IMing....

An entire evening wasted because of a completely unscheduled drifting off into deep drooling unconsciousness on a sun-lit porch. covered in blankets. I mean who *wouldn't* right?

hot date out the window. she got a new...
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Geez. I've been so busy I forgot to mention what a great time I had at SGNY Open Call. A quick rundown of the winners.

Skryche nailed the team player award. Jessekins won for most sympathique and nabbed the chocolately medal of freedom. The entire bartending staff won for "Best Bartending Staff." A surprising upset with legionnaire taking home "Best Hair" and UnnecessaryZ yet again...
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Right the fuck on. Got an interview with the one and only Rick Doblin next week. I've been trying to make this happen for a while and I think this may be my tipping point. I make no secret of my interest in psychedelics and although I take the fight against the War on Drugs very seriously, I'm going to give it that Punk Magazine...
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Happy Easter my lovelies. Eggshells, bunnies, excruciating death by exposure.

Get in the spirit!

If I had any talent and could illustrate my dreams, they would look a lot like this guy's paintings:

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Oddly synchronous considering he we were born in almost the exact same place, over half a century apart. He was a quiet man, lived most of his life with recurring visions of beauty and apocalypse, and finally died in a seemingly random stabbing...
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No matter how much you like somebody, you eventually get tired of being around them. I feel that way about myself at the moment. No matter where I go, I'm always there. Bleh. It can get to be a drag.

That's what's great about relationships. You can get into someone's head and explore and make a model of their self inside your self. In a...
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I thought I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it was just some bastard with a torch, bringing me more work.

So the little hot pink sperm by my name is gone. The party's over and I'm left with a bunch of shredded wrapping paper and a curious stain on my pants.

Thank you all for the good wishes. The next quarter century is going to be at least as bizarre as the last.

I'm gearing up to start a regular writing gig for a bodybuilding...
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