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.
July, 2000
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Jul 00
Saturday:
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Jul 00
Saturday:
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
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Jul 00
Wednesday:
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?
5
Jul 00
Wednesday:
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?
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Jul 00
Sunday:
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.
2
Jul 00
Sunday:
beat it.
yeah, just beat it.
beat it red, beat it raw.
Just beat it.
Beat it bloody, beat it blue.
Just beat it.
1
Jul 00
Saturday:
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!
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Jul 00
Saturday:
No matter how many people I come into contact with on any given day, I almost always still feel sort of lonely when I go to bed. If someone else goes to bed with me, I sometimes feel even more alone.
