i was going to tell you all about my day and then i realized that i value my privacy...ok so i jerked off this morning. don't tell anyone.   ¶ 11:13 AM

  my soul is sour and heavy tonight. yet the moon remains a beacon of sizziling lightness. lighterary. and putrid flowers are the opposite of my blog in the wind...

well today was kinda lame. i woke up early on to find a small amount of puke on my pillow along with several blond/reddish pubic hairs. they were curly and i smelled them before i threw them in the sink. they didnt smell like me, but like a forest at midsummers dusk. the pubbies tickeled my nose. (if you dont like my honesty, please leave my blog and do not bother me again.) i am someone, but what does that really mean to you? i used to think it meant something to me, but now its not that big a deal.   ¶ 11:47 PM

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  hello again all.   ¶ 3:51 PM

  Delicate Sons and Daughters ask not, for I am but a traveling man.

That reminds me of a dear friend who once wrote:
"Sometimes, on these cool, quiet nights, I sit at my desk and wonder what the hell I'm doing here. Why am I not home? Where is my home?"

I think what he means is his Nos call out likes Yeses. That his Is are muddled Yous. And that the fire is cold. Where is his home? Where is mine? Where is yours, you fucking asshole. Sorry for that but sometimes you frusterate me. Please be forgiven father nature, without your condolences I am but a withered corcouse of a tiny bird. Now I am angrey. bakcak! bakcak! i will peck you with my beak until you bleed.

Puck my feathers and stoke my gall. I will miss you...all  ¶ 2:17 PM

  hello all. i went to the beach today. it was wonderful and beautiful. glorious life! oh so much glory! life of wonder and awe you know no limit. like water overflowing, crashing waves upon the shores. I am aroused.

For you i compose tonight. My beloved friends

pretty dresses:

Pink, blue, brown and grey.
Like balloons, up, up and away!
Concrete roses made of clay

Meow, Meow, Meow
Meow, Meow, Meow

I love you more and more each day
though I talk not enough, I do prey

meow, meow, meow
meow, meow, meow

I love the water in your hair
Glistening, shiney, in your stare


  ¶ 6:02 PM

  In Earnest
hello again wild wild world. why are you so wild all the time? hemming-way, where is my way? you once wrote so desperately: "where art thou, oh ye of the golden age." earnest, oh earnest. you were a slow and steady turtle. a turtle that lived without a sembolance of a shell. i will never be your equal, but your words, like the trees and wood, are an inspiration. i will cry for you again. but look, my sobs are drowned out by the crys of the wolfpack. roooooooofffff. rooooooffff. shut up you stupid motherfuckers. shut up for earnest.
  ¶ 6:11 PM

  Mark Twain gives us hope with synonims. Can we find our true fathers, before our mother earth dies of cancerous tumors? My passion overcomes. But we all must fall in the raze of of new day. Forgive theyself, we are all one of one.  ¶ 9:34 AM

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don't be afraid to be provoked.

--Anonymous  ¶ 9:27 AM

  Rolling along with the hand of time
This blog is my expression
My soul on ice
Forgive me for being nervous
But the world is an intimidating place

PSSSSSSHHHH (that is the sound of wind blowing through my blog)  ¶ 9:25 AM

  PSSSHHH (that's the sound of the wind blowing through my blog)  ¶ 9:23 AM