It was interesting.
My coffee cup, a pink floyd album, the myriad flowers on the patio beyond, stacks of papers and books.
A spot of comfort in my life, Less stability, More fire, Love, companionship, a starting point.
myself sleeping later, lint balls on the floor, passages too steeped in immediate meaning to be coincidental.
A cigarette, another cup of coffee, to go walking in some grass, a hug, a friend, a conversation, laughter.
Friends willing and able to help, A home that lives in other people, a desire for more, a wicked sense of humor, an enormous heart.
Manburger would get better soon, Allie would find a way out of her place, Gates would get in a time machine and abandon comfort in favor of happiness, Dave would find a woman his equal, Tim and Sean would realize that a woman is nothing between friends, Tom were alive, Chuck weren't so blind or such a coward, I didn't feel so much.
Every single mark that has ever been left on my life.
Apathy. egotism, malice, guilt, cowardice.
Tom, Scott, 2 am walks on the beach, Chuck, being 8 years old, New Orleans, my strength.
stagnation, failure, my ex (heh), never writing, never being loved, never finding community.
groggy, creaky, drained, old, alive, fiery brained, hopeful, ... like the possessor of secret and arcane knowledge.
The fans in the CPU, my father turning pages in his book, birds outside, the click of the coffee pot, my own typing.
my house, the coffee, jasmine oil, cherry chapstick, my clean shirt
A cigarette, mint iced tea, mexican salad, sex, a cherry lollipop, a new book, energy for my mind.
For the story I wrote last night that I can't find now, myself, others, for an adequate mirror by which to discern myself.
Where CS got this, why I decided to post this, why the hell I'm blatantly copy-catting, why I even attempted to answer this because I wonder about EVERYTHING.
very little, not going to college when I had the chance, not demanding enough in exchange for my heart, never learning html
When was the last time you....
about 30 seconds ago
last night, rereading Tom's letter.
yesterday, pack of smokes.
By myself? This morning. In the company of others? Last night with Dan. Out at a club type thing? The Freedom, right to dance festival (rave) in Dallas, middle of March.
middle of march, texas.
Talked to an ex?
about a week ago.
Watched your favorite movie?
not really HAVING a favorite, that's hard to say.
Had a nightmare?
4 days ago.
Last book you read?
Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins.
Last Movie you saw:
last movie at all... Fight Club, last "new" movie... O Brother Where Art Thou
Last song you heard:
Shame on a nigga, Wu Tang Clan
Last thing you had to drink:
Last time you showered:
Last thing you ate:
a navel orange