this morning was devoted to being a dad.
farmer's market, island park, lunch on the island, library. currently enjoying the best homemade pico de gallo on earth.
after a week, the stupid work shit has subsided.
lonely as fuck and still ready to call it quits. four nick drake albums currently shuffling on the itunes.
match runs out in 2-3 weeks.. women scribbling notes on the brick wall. i read them over the side occasionally.
disconnected from everyone. shrug.
there was a new song yesterday.. will it get finished? who knows, finishing hasn't happened on anything lately.
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20130727
Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn’t sure
For when she thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more
Gonna see the river man
Gonna tell him all I can
About the ban
On feeling free
If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
I don’t suppose
It’s meant for me
Oh, how they come and go
the chords are thick and wash over me, holding me in their four minute embrace, now the only lover i'll care to know.
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20130713
every day i become increasingly convinced that politics and social media are a bad combination. a vocal minority relishes using facebook as a springboard to facilitate political agree-fests.. at best, this is self-serving, at worst, it's simply obnoxious. the inherent danger here is that these repeated diatribes create a collective culture of moderation, a thought police where dissent is lambasted (or unfriended), where posters are given a false sense of validation. rest assured, many of us disagree with you, but we also understand there are rights other than the freedom of speech, and what we'd really love is for you to occasionally become re-acquainted with one in particular: the right to remain silent.
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20130701
aaaaaaand reboot.
breakfast: two sausage links
lunch: a run and a protein shake
nap: nap
dinner: chicken breasts, cottage cheese, brussel sprouts
the focus shifts inward again
that magnifying glass burns anew
external considerations squelched
the nails of a thousand consternations
shuttering the doors and windows
no shadows left to compete for warmth
in perfect dark a soul search begins
reborn in the stifling july miasma
breakfast: two sausage links
lunch: a run and a protein shake
nap: nap
dinner: chicken breasts, cottage cheese, brussel sprouts
the focus shifts inward again
that magnifying glass burns anew
external considerations squelched
the nails of a thousand consternations
shuttering the doors and windows
no shadows left to compete for warmth
in perfect dark a soul search begins
reborn in the stifling july miasma
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