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July 21th 2006 | Friday | About the last few day &
nights. |
good girl good
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Are you a Mexican?

or
Mexi-cant?
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I will Miss
Corner
And Corner
will miss many

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"Marihuana usage has done its worst
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When you believe and rationalize,
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July 19th 2006 | Wed | About last Tuesday |
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No Bridge, High bridge.
Karma, There is no
Sub-blah-blah whatever.
Shooting Like OJ Simpson
I did.
If you guys only new,
why, the why, my game, and Blah blah
blah.
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The Method, the Maddness,

the Manders...


"And then I was like,
dude! My Dog is not for sale man!
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The Peeps


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July 17th 2006 | Monday night | There was then Heat,
Sara drinks make it cool. |
GITH. Gith means
GET IN THE HOLE. |
10:30am
Today
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July 16th 2006 | Sun | About Last Saturday Night. |
Lions and tigers
and faeries, olay. |
I really
wanted to go with my heart, but I new
it would be the improper thing to do.
Or would it? My heart wouldn’t
pretense a false beat under a waxing moon.
That would be an attack. I am my heart.
Do I lie?
Perhaps it was stubbornness,
my hardheadedness. My stupidity? Love
makes one illogical, just sometimes.
It was burning inside me most of the
night. Even with the frozen Margarita
made for me by Mary, still, like a wicked
witches hex, I here soft whispers, three
of them all at the same time saying the
same thing in different ways, I open
my cell and then I close it again. It
would not be plausible if I went with
my feelings. You should always go with
your feelings. I’m better off
in the long run with out doing what I wanted
to do last night anyway, or so I have been
enlighten of this, but they don’t
know what I know.
It aches me so to adore
someone I know. So well like no
other except another like me. Like me,
who is free to dance at my pace in a
place were few can go. It’s better
to have love and lost then never to have
loved at all. I’ve always been
a late reaction kind of guy. And thats
no bull. |
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A Redhead,
a Brunette and a Blond

Ladies
of East-Vill |


Tapaz
Bar Olivia

But why
is everyone wearing a shirt?

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brewy on Saturday, A something
is missing Brewy.

I new someone
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Pams Charm.

The shirmp
stares at me.
I didnt eat
it cause pigs cry. |
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Last
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I liked my Fire more than I like My Ice,
except, I needed my Ice if I'm going to keep
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I took a drag
yesterday... So what, its just a drag . |
A
bunch of angry people and the elephant man.
That’s the name of my next rock
band.
So I'm walking down the
street and I came to a thought, mind you
I came to the thought it didn’t come
to me.
I find attractive,
Shapely and skinny with fine healthy-tid-I-mention
I also find attractive full figured women who
are already-with-given the cercumstances of
my bi-polar-taste, I guess they are all goddesses,
I call them, goddess for all kinds.
To say “I’m
attracted to” would expose to the sharp
but few folks we know, some level of unconscious
premeditated finger pointing later on in a
potential relationship. So if there are stories
to tell at least you are in the clear. It wont
matter what anybody thinks. A small waist from
behind and a killer walk yeah, that’ll
get my thought flowing, its like staring at
the ocean from a NYC sidewalk trek to the bar.
Her name was Wue and she made
me blue when she walked away with her sway
in that way, to say “I find attractive” is
much more responsible and informative, with
out looking like your searching, seeking or
fishing.
What am I writing here? I don’t
know. Sometimes I will fall in love for just
20 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes, or maybe
just in a subway ride from here to eternity.
Then I will f%ck'n hate you later on, and you
wouldn’t even know you just walked thru
an ocean. Some people need the adrenalin rush
of something exciting. I
think I am a love junkie. Love junkie, without the relationship
part; who needs it, another human being on
the other side of your free falling in love?
Its like tandem jumping, you wouldn’t
even know he’s there your heart is racing
so fast. It’s tricky ya-know? It’s
almost using and superficial, almost, but not
to a certain extent. It gives me drive to be
superficially in love for a moment. Like a
gift for a time that’ll pass like good
wine. Just for a moment, I wish to give you
the world and then throw you back into the
sea. It’s good, its safe and its free
to be an-in-love junkie. |
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like being Single, I like being free, I
like that very few can dance with me. |
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important thing one has to maintain
in order to get the respect one deserve;
at least I think. Compromising your
self-respect for finality only hurts
you in the long run; it is juvenile
at best, then at least one can hope
to get away with some-what of a plausible
cause for their actions. Involving
oblivious people for a personal vendetta
is simply a casualty; depending on
the parties involved the consequences
are circumstantial, still, a kick in
the shin from ones inner child still
leaves a bruise on the shin. Sacrifices,
sometimes, must be made to prove a
point, although in most cases of stubbornness
and the means do not justify the ends.
I have seen loves ones compromise there
very lives for self-indulgences. I
myself use-to smoke alot, and to this
day, I still taste the cigs in my lungs
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Oh the Humanity !!! We
freaken ate-

-all the Sushi damn it
!!! Mash is the freaken Shis-a-maniz!!!!
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 Anyone
satisfied and secured, drawing there
own conclusion from half ass information,
about an issue, involving a two-sided
or more party of people, places or things,
are almost certainly has gotten his or
her own mislead-version-story and the
rationale for the committed events. I
have done this before, a friend of mine
tells me how a person, place or thing
'wronged' them, and I don’t get
the full details (version) from all the
parties involved. I draw a conclusion,
with half-ass or even less info; lame,
this most is, but I do it all the time
without even realizing it, simply, I
have a motive or reason for picking sides.
An unconscious motive is usually one
kind of a, adult-child phyc thing for
ignoring some of the facts, “facts”,
sometimes, that are not as easy to deal
with; now fiction thats easier. Fiction,
like a comic book, the action to make
fiction a reality is usually to make
someone out to be something they are
not; super heroes and super villains.
Its all a downward spiral no matter how
you slice it. You pay the price for being
right or wrong when you get involved
with anything in the matters of closure.
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July 13-14th 2006 | Thursday night | Friday Morning |
Turtle Girl
Tribe and Tim. |
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My Buddy
The
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Last Night, Thurs |
Che |
The Champ Comes to Visit,
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Closure. |
Thursday:
5:45pm
Condescending the worst
parts of some one is the work of the antagonist
who is in disguise as your friend. If your
buddy is drunk don’t let-em-drive.
If your friend is shooting up, don’t
just sit there and watch. You see your
friend descending into the downward spiral
in some sort of way, you watch as your
friend tries to get some relief or closure
with negative behavior time and time again.
And you do nothing about it, maybe just
watch, then give a little sympathy and
think its ok not to say anything about
it, and then rationalize your observance
of your hurting buddy with “at least
I’m not being Judgmental”.
Instead you just listen and give and opinion
and some advice, I got news for ya-Buda,
you are the part of there decent, you are
part of their problem, In fact you are
enhancing it, patronizing it, you are the
enemy.
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July 10th 2006 | Monday Morning| |
Monday Night
Sleep Late. |
Yup I shot pretty slick Under a
full hunters moon.

This moon works well for some...But
not for me....
Looking pretty when you shoot and
still not get the win in the long run means?...You
still dont get the point?
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Dark Nuveo. |

I
don’t give a rats-behind what anybody thinks.
Every Guy and Gal I have or had some close relations
with,
on any level,
Friend or foe, hellos
or woe’s.
They all got one thing in common-
-Gothic-ness-ism. You know
Goth when...
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Ether its upfront in your face
Goth,
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Undeclared-kinda-sorta-Goth.
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Denial Goth,
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Dark cloths but nothing black Goth,
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Stud some were on your head Goth,
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Whatever Goth-Goth.

Old Mc-William new some Goth’s,
E, I, E, I- Oh yeah did I mention your a Closet
Goth if you disagree with this?
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Or what like to call it
Dark
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Wash and Mary
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Just because one
seems really sweet on the inside doesn’t mean
its ok to be sour on the outside.
Patronizing and
pacifying the bad guy doesn’t mean you’re
the good guy. It’s like clockwork that thing
that happens.
Personal vendetta justifying it
with invented ignorance. I’ll just wash away the
hare’s off my old tees and I too will make
believe he never said that to me, because he’s
sweet on the inside so that makes it ok to be sour
on the outside.
It seems like the thing to do.
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People have to pay for
there crimes in one way or another. Even when
ya-got notin-ta-do with it.
Sometime they pay for it slowly.
The sweet is not fairly the sweet without the sour.
Wash it away I always say.
Water can be an amazing thing.
A little soap and presto you got clean tee's.
As long as I don’t sneeze,
I don’t mind the hair and
fuzz left on it.
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Was a Holy night |
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Fright
night, the holy shot and the I really
dont know Virgin Mary.…
I
kept cool the whole night; I didn’t
panic, freak out, or go China syndrome. Aside
from this strange ailment deep in the
middle of my back along with what just
might be one of the creepiest picture
I have ever taken of someone off guard;
cause sometimes, yes, one can
expose what one really is or see were
they have come from in previous life
in just a milla seconds-time.
One does this by freezing that fraction
of a moment in ones time of existence
with a camera. First, what did I keep
cool about? I thought I was in deep
shit right before I took this shot
I’m about to tell you next, luckily
I was confirmed wrong this afternoon;
wheeew.
"Lilly" |
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there is this pic I took of Mary, And I don’t
mean the holy Virgin Mary, I mean my yellow
dress Mary. I had set my camera for a two
seconds to capture what ever was in front
of it. I placed it on a table pushed the
button and walked away. Mary walked in front
of it; she had no idea she was being observed
by the wonders of mans mega-pixel-technology;
the artificial eyes of human. She had her
back faced to me and the camera while she
was collecting beer bottles, glasses and
wiping the counter by the dartboards; I was
sitting by the door just watching her pretty
yellow dress stick out like the sun as she
moved quickly back and forth in the darken
corner of the bar, the bar was empty and
it was almost quit. There was no indication
from a sound or flash that a second of time
was being taken from her let alone her seeing
from behind, my very black camera sitting
in the shadows 15 feet away from her. I will
say again, the bar was dark, and my camera
is black, and I used no flash and I was away
from it as well, but, for some reason she
quickly turned around directly staring into
the eye of the camera, just as she looked
into the camera eye the shot was taken, and
let me say, this pic that my camera took,
was something a little more than just what
the human eye would see when gazing upon
the lovely Mary and her yellow dress. If
you want to see the pic, you’re going
to have to ask me and I will direct you to
the link. I am not sure that Mary would like
me divulging this holy shot without her acquiescence
even though when I showed it to her after
it was taken, she didn’t say “delete
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attacking me.
Just because one is sweet on the inside doesn’t mean its ok to
be a prick on the outside"
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July 8th 2006 | Saturday Morning | About Last Night |
98 ball. |

Practiced at Corner
Saw Shes good.
"No can play me practice"

Shes Hot

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plastered on Friday night. Lets see…I
smoked, I drank a lot of beers, did some shots,
and then the last beer I drank had a cigarette
in it. I didn’t even taste it I was so
numb, the only reason why I new there was a cig
in the beer was while I was chugging it with
my head kicked back, when I kicked forward after
the bottle was empty there was a soggy cigarette
hanging from lips. I can’t remember too
much after that.
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I think I might have been hitting
on some chick, maybe Julie? Cant remember, she
was laughing at me a lot though, and, huh, I
got hit on by some really hot girl but I think I
spit in her eye while I was talking to her, then
she walked away from me and was still drunken
slurring something about macaroni and cheese
with chocolate bosko and jelly or something to
my swaying back-and-foruth-self.
I also ate Copper’s
food. I bumble home last night.
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But I do remember my thoughts
from early yesterday, the idea came to me while
I was in the Jon cause I ate too much yummy Sushi
with Masha. I developed this theory on a method
for practicing 8ball; I call it, 98
ball or 89 ball, it all depends on
what ball you are going to sink last. It’s
simple; you play nine ball with all 15 balls on
the table. The objective is the nine ball being
last ball of course not the eight ball. The eight
ball can be a penalty ball if you sink it to early
or it can be the only ball you can use to slop
in the nine, I will have to think about that one.
The rules would be a combo of eight ball rules
and nine ball rules. Got to hit the rail, got to
go from one to nine, no soft breaking, if you scratch
on the nine its not a lose of game it’s a
ball in hand, You can carom off of the any ball
ten thru fifteen but you have to call your pocket.
Nine has to go clean, no slop. Accidentally sinking
the nine will not count as a win. When you rack,
the one ball is in front and the nine ball in the
middle. It would be interesting if balls ten thru
fifteen were a solid color, like in snooker. I’ll
have to develop this more as a go along. My back
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Soulmates!!! NoOOOOOoO!!!!!

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98 ball. Something wise
happens. |
Sushi and getting to know my peeps
later inspires an idea.
98 ball Lets see if it
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One can Project
there principles out side of this thing they
love to do.
This would make one a little
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Thursday Night |
ArrRrRrRRRr-Who-be
throw out-me-Art-ARRRRRrrTt!!! |

Pirate
Art Ship.

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Soaking
to long can make one soggy on the inside
and out.
Even
a Pirate ArrRrRrRRrRr
Did I mention
my art ship disappeared when I went to the
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Gulp
Gulp Gulp HAAAaaaAAah all gone.

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Michelle drinks all
the Pirate juice and much
like a Tequila worm
Julie prepares it,
AJ eats most of it. And I'm left with Pirate
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The Soaking began. June 27th
and ended July 6th 2006.

Yes, It wont be the first time I ate
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ZZzZZZZZzZzZZzZZz. |
!!!!
MASHA WAKE UP!!!!
Anyway, aside form waking up the monster. The below
has nothing to with it.
LOL: I seem to have given the wrong
impression of my 4th weekend to some people.
I didn't have a bad time, I just didnt have much
of a time. It was fun and filling that’s for
sure but I noticed that it was very fragmented and
most of my peeps were doing their own thing. Sometimes
I just want to get together with the people I invest
most my time with during the holiday seasons and
just make a memory.
Lappy
completely influence's my stroke...
Yesterday I was stroking. Stroking so smooth I couldn’t
miss a ball (well maybe I missed a few). Then when
I engaged in a match a few hours later with Douglas
I could not make a ball to save my life. I was grossly
missing the pocket and I mean not even coming close
to it. I learned something critical yesterday. I definitely
did something to my game. I was running 12/15
balls at a time. I did it for about 5/7 racks until
I needed to rest. My thinking was in a place I haven’t
been in, in a long time. Pace, sound, stroke, that
pleseant pop sound when the ball gets in the hole
perfectly and a few others personal elements involved
made for music on the table. It was very soothing,
very, as Genever will call it “calming”.
But when Douglas walked in and we got into a set I
was 100 hundred percent derailed. I was trying to hold
on to what I had discovered, rememberd or what ever
you want to call it, it was a very enlightening experience.
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No Blast off this year.
Im almost regretting that I was looking for a quite
evening. |

Then I left. Completely annoyed at
Mr. Independence Day.
The part that annoyed me the most was Gabby wanting
me to apologize to some dog at B6 for kicking his
water dish bye mistake.
I was so out after that...
The coffee was bad. Mark spills
it on his shorts. |
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call Mark, he makes an appearance at 6B garden, he
drinks a little sangria, then tells me "I’m
going to walk around a-bit, I'll be back" Mark has
a freind with him.)
Mark calls me
and says
"Hey Will... huh, were not coming back (B6
BBQ)...Huh... but you can have the beer we
left there...There was no ice-cooler for the beer
so its still in the bag, and it's warm...Huh, I'll
see you later... I'll be shooting tomorrow at corner...
see-ya there...bye" That’s
One.
Then I call Julie.
"Were are you? I'm still waiting; did you get
the stuff for AJ? (I’ve
been waiting an hour)...You
Got sidetracked? At Cherry? Your playing Pool?... (I
think to myself, who the fuck is in a bar at this
time? Well, I guess if you can have a party on a
Tuesday at 7pm then anything is possible),
Huh...ok...ok..U-huh.ok...yeah..Ok...you want me
to show up at cherry?...Huh yeah sure.... Later" That’s
two. Im not going for three. I go to the
the river ta-see the booms, Then go to Yuko' then
I go home. Before a three happens.
Independence is a very liberating thing. One should
learn to embrace their Independence from the need
of unnecessary dependency. It’s freedom from
control and the influence of others. I like my independence;
its fun, fun, fun!
Now dependence? That can be an issue for most folks.
Dependency can be associated with taking a drug(s)
or medication(s) for reasons other than those for
which it was intended or in a manner or in quantities
other than those, which have been recommended. The
compulsive need to take a drug to produce a desired
effect or prevent unpleasant effects if it is withdrawn.
Or it can be the inability to separate oneself from
another person, place or pre-programmed idea, whatever.
I was never any good at the whole correlation thing.
Or maybe bonding moments never really last long in
the first place anyway. It’s can be annoying
to some, it can really disenchant ones motive for daily
congregations at work, home, play and so on. But if
one is given a choice, the choice to be Dependant or
Independent, the fact that they have a choice, makes
things not so bad. Independence? Yup, it was a good
day to be on your own in an overly occupied loft, a
crammed rooftop holding a beer, a jam-packed east river
view, an empty bar with a shity table, It was a good
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July 4th 2006 Morning
2:30am
- Did this
- Done that
- Then I never did any of it before.
- You can’t cancel reservations that never
existed in the first place.
- I can’t complain at least I don’t
quit and run away.
- I’ve seen it before and even done it before.
- I’d rather let a moment pass that cannot
be forgotten then live with a moment after its
past that can never be forgotten.
- You can never blow any body off smoothly with
bullshit with out it looking like everybody’s
friend Mr. Bolshevik.
- Denial seems to be the theme these days.
- I think today I would’ve rather have had
brownies. At least I can laugh afterward. What
a dud of a day today.
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Sidetrack Meaning?
Sidetrack \Side"track`\,
v. t. [imp. & p.
p. Sidetracked; p.
pr. & vb. n. Sidetracking.]
1. (Railroads) To transfer to a siding from a main line of
track.
2. Hence, fig., to divert or reduce
to a position or
condition that is relatively secondary or subordinate
in activity, importance, effectiveness, or the
like; to
switch off; to turn aside, as from a purpose. [Colloq.]
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what I do,
but if I had to blame my off-key behavior on someone,
it's
definitely gonna be him. Definitely"
that fiesty one! love it madly
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"Love does not consist of gazing
at each other, but in looking together in the same
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Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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Streets of tomorrow.
Yeah so, I’ve
had so much to say these last few days I cant even
remember anymore what I had to say. I have seen aggressive
attacks in the most passive forms.
I have been on the receiving end of
the nastiest words said so softly to me and vice
versa. Enabling an aggressive attack from one person
to another with patronage makes you the devil for
the two in battle I think. Boy do I have an imagination,
or maybe I need to have a little more faith in the
outcome of things. It’s hard
to be an adult sometimes. Even when it is embarrassing
and hurtful.
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Friends are generally
of the same sex, for when men and women agree, it
is only in the conclusions; their reasons are always
different.
Things
have been moving smooth lately. That’s what
worrying me though. Yesterday I saw two sets of twins
on the train going to the city and coming from the
city. I saw and heard some interesting things yesterday,
I had some fun, I ate, and I did the door a little
then I went about my business afterward.
I can’t
help it but I keep getting this feeling, this calm
around me feeling, almost like Im waiting for something
to happen.
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Am I
just getting older? I use to get this feeling when
I was a kid, thirty was a big brick wall waiting for
me to smash into it and my life spewed all over it.
Now 50 looks like an on coming crash.
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but
thankful for the one I've got.”
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BBQ |
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imacs, pool, beer. |

Eric can cook it up boy...



Love is all around


Talk to the hands

Or maybe the fingers

Violence is not the answer

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I had a date with a girl named Sue today-
-and I blew it.


Practice makes Will a hungry boy

Hungry? Yes
I will eat this
oh yes I will.
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Mark is good at pool.
So is Douglas.


Passive attack

Jen and Nell

Jay gives me a look I've never seen before

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