iDallas!I saw a homeless guy yesterday with no fingers. He had hand stubs. It makes me really sad to see homeless people like that. It seems to me like it would be really hard to work with no fingers, you know? In cases like that, it seems like the homeless person may not be totally at fault, you know? I guess maybe a homeless person is never totally at fault, but usually at least mostly at fault, still.
No fingers is a hard thing to deal with.
People watch others go by and don’t reach out to touch the ones that interest them. I do that. Others do that, too.
People hear music they like and don’t open up their hearts to it. People think thoughts they like and don’t give themselves the space they need to think the thoughts all the way through.
People.
People also watch fireworks displays and smile without realizing it. People walk 3 or 4 miles just to see some tall ships that everyone else is also seeing.
And people look at each other and smile, sometimes.
Smile at me when you see me?
My horoscopes continue to be positive and empowering. It’s been going on for quite awhile now. I’m starting to doubt the validity of those things…
I do feel generally good about things, though.
Being separated from things a little bit makes it easier to be objective and really appreciate the situation.
I think I might like getting up in the morning… This is an sort of unexpected development.
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.
curl up with your gutters
slide up the shadow shades.
ride the boat to happiness,
don’t forget to get off!
bastard motive walker
shiny yellow bearing
rope enough to see you say
and coke enough to sniffle
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?
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?
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.
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’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!