November 2008
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Something akin to, “I like a man with big muscles,” is, “accents just make me all…mmmm, I just love it…”
Only that collection of atoms that is me will understand the corelation.
On The Wackness.
somethingtodoaftertheporn:
This movie reminded me of a fairly important life lesson, that no matter how hard you try to better yourself as a person, it will never bring back the ones that got away. The best you can hope for is that your new self will prevent the next one from getting away as well.
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I hadn’t known Grandpa very well, while he was here. And I regret that. I knew him, but only in the cloudy manner that atrophied memories allow. Mom and Dad had brought me to visit him in Philly countless times, but I was just a boy.
I always thought my mother had taught me to read. She tells me he did most of the teaching. She would say: “look it up,” when I asked questions. He gave me books. So...
Oh Yes
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late and there’s nothing worse than too late
-Charles Bukowski
Sigh.
Sometimes the absolute hardest part of being a writer is opening up Word or putting paper in the Smith-Corona and just moving. I have a story right now, in the works. Almost done. But the prediction that it represents in my life has so eerily come to pass that I am not sure I can bear to finish it.
For me, it was supposed to be a good story about a bad thing. Now, it will be a good story about a...