good morning everyone – I’m going to bed now.
June 15, 2011
four fingers
sleep sleep – where are you now? on Benedryl max strength, ultram, cymbalta and norco – I should have passed out mid OJ guzzle – maybe to add whiskey.
I love for southern France,
with my wife,
beautiful and windy
like chicago,
but more beautiful,
like my wife.
– this at one thirty-six am, drunk off medications, OJ but no whiskey. – I’ll take four fingers of your finest, please.
March 15, 2011
this has kept me up all night
I just don’t think it would be that hard to figure out who Banksy is.
February 12, 2011
Monday Monday…
but it’s Saturday.
Two Am.
Shoulders tense, fingers missing a number of keys and the birds are not singing.
I cannot sing this early or late, normally I’d be singing or gesturing gutturally, but it is as stated, two Am.
It’s is difficult for me to watch the small calico cat shivering outside. Capturing her is a fate not intertwined with my family, there have been efforts, she likes the food we buy but not the warmth and carpeting.
I’ve somewhere to be eight hours, roughly, and I’ve no desire to back out.
At least the accustomed mood has lifted while the noise reasons.
I’ve yet to determine if I should post daily or as daily as I feel moved to. Either is accomplished with ease.
The Calico (Momma Kitty) perched on the railing, cleaning herself while the surfeit of raccoons have fits and theorize and chatter.
There are fucking raccoons – big ones – on my three season porch. it’s too late to fire a gun. Lucky fuckers.
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