Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Crack.ass
i have a son, his name is andy, and andy writes so well...
as for meezers. mmm. been...shut down, i guess. what matters? how does it all turn out?
why?
but i'm kicking in, i'm taking my pills [bp meds and various darwin joe remedy type thingies, like gin seng etc]. i have about half of the book printed up for editing. i tried to be economical and print it on two sides, fucked that up, and ran out of black ink. it's a fairly substantial book.
hope it flies.
looking for work. if you are a job i would love that won't take too much time and will pay a decent wage please come knocking on my door. that is how jobs are got right? they come knocking on your door?
Who am i, what am i
A picture's worth
moon phases |
I stand on the sand, and I'm rocking
grief to sleep in my arms.
issues
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