wyattformayor

A bond of trust
Has been abused
Something of value
May be lost
Give up your job
Squander your cash - be rash
Just hold on to your friends

There are more than enough
To fight and oppose
Why waste good time
Fighting the people you like
Who will fall defending your name
Oh, don't feel so ashamed
To have friends

But now you only...
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There's a desert in my room. There's a pit in the middle. My bed's down at the bottom. I sleep with trash and the animals who have fallen in and were unable to escape. So far it's a dog, a deer, and a bird that drags its left wing. I dream that I'm asleep dreaming. I put the left side of my face on the...
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Gab, Gossip, and Blather: Just the same 'ol patter!

I cannot even begin to express the disdain I hold for rumors. That sick feeling when you stack hope, most often knowingly against yourself and the odds, and only to be let down by something as small and ridiculous as a rumor. It takes the steam out of your stride and it's like a vicious eyesore;...
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My patience is stretched; my loyalty vexed...

Each time I look at my generation and those younger my patience is worn a little thinner. The intellectually celibate masses doing all that they can to pretend to stray from normality without actually crossing the line and having mommy and daddy take away the minivan privileges. So hell-bent on being "independent" (see also "indie"/"scene") all the while...
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Strange memories on this nervous night in Sacramemto. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era - -the kind of peak that never comes again. Sacramento in the early 2000s was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of...
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