lather
or rather, I say.
Yes. I do. Deem me fit?
A prick cot. Sweet.
Sugar, soften me up, for suck.
Linger in the manger.
Watch the baby born.
Cry out and be merry.
Once and once.
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Wednesday:
Yay for Independence!
I saw the Boston fireworks last night from a sticky 6th floor balcony of an MIT fraternity house. They were nice. The frat house is pretty cool, too… I think I might prefer it without all the drunk college kids, though.
Boston really goes all out with its summer celebrations. An old fashioned town at heart, you know?
Getting up early is so hard on me. I’m just not used to it. It’s good for my spirits, though, because it makes me feel like I’m getting so much done! Walking around in a half stupor part of the day makes me feel productive. That’s sort of backwards or something, isn’t it?
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Sunday:
beat it.
yeah, just beat it.
beat it red, beat it raw.
Just beat it.
Beat it bloody, beat it blue.
Just beat it.
I spent the evening with a bunch of really nice and wonderful people. Family and friends of a friend. One time meetings are always pretty easy to do, though, I guess. That doesn’t take anything away from it for me, though. (Cynical me!)
I hope I manage to have some more fun times like that in coming weeks.
I really do like meeting new people. It gives me a chance to really watch myself some more… Self.
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Saturday:
No matter how many people I come into contact with on any given day, I almost always still feel sort of lonely when I go to bed. If someone else goes to bed with me, I sometimes feel even more alone.
I’m in Boston. American.
Lots of old things. As old as they get in this country. People love that sort of thing. It makes them feel less afraid of dying, I think.
It’s nice, though.
I’ve had some fun already.
Wish me continued luck!
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Wednesday:
I am part of something greater.
I guess it might not be fate. I might just be under the control of another power. The nature of the power, whatever it might be, puzzles me still.
And I suppose I am supposed to be puzzled.
Yep. Supposed to be.
But, I have the feeling that something powerful and spiritual (c’est possible!) is circling around here. I know my horoscope has been making me think that for a few weeks… But I also know it might be true. And it doesn’t hurt to believe what you want to.
It doesn’t hurt to love what you want to, and think what you want to, and hear what you want to, either… but it can.
tick
tocking
in my head.
get the fuck out of there.
rick
rocking
squeaky wooden chair
hollow empty feeling in my gut.
Something sinister.
Something sheer.
Something frightening…
Something queer.
Ta ta tippy toes.
To to tommy knows.
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Sunday:
Long thinking about long faces and longer spaces between words.
Trailing thoughts and trailing dots and an ease of mind escapes us.
Boiling imbeciles might release some tension, but not for long.