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 I've got a couple things I'd like to do and say but I have yet to find the way. And I won't settle for anywhere, as I'm too convinced the sweetest wine  is worth the wait. So grab your bags and go ahead, knock me down if it really makes you feel brave. I'll be hanging around a while. The ground seems to give off some sort of comfort anyway. Tell me this daydreaming will eventually get us somewhere, while I'm just simply browsing around. And time has always had a knack for moving really fast, without ever making sound.

conditions on alpha EJS.

This my excavation and today is kumran.
Everything that happens is from now on.

 kitty kitty cat, kitty kitty cat
thin kids get a skinny neck hex
heads hang heavy


I just had one of the most wonderful conversations I have ever had with anyone. I had this conversation with my dad. It seemed like we just talked about everything, or at least everything that I wanted to say or hear him say. We talked about how wonderful Detroit was when he was growing up in the 50's and 60's and how people made the city their destination, which is exactly the opposite of what we do today. We talked about him when he was younger and about what it was like growing up in a Detroit that actually worked.

There is so much that I didn't know about my dad's life. It's very strange and sort of counter intuitive thinking about your parents as actual people before they were parents; as eighteen or nineteen or twenty year old PEOPLE. The mistakes that they made, the places they went, their early dreams and aspirations, even their existence as a functional member of society before marrage and raising children and all the stuff that seems to slow people down is really hard to fathom. I felt like a sponge sitting there staring at this man, my father, who was just oozing his past and his experiences for me to absorb; nothing he said was preachy though, and that is why I will always respect and love my dad above all reasonable levels, because he will just start telling you things. And you listen to him, because you want to, because you have to.

I'm sorry, this has no point. Im just rambling on and on about my dad to people who will never meet him, and at 4:30 in the morning no less. I guess I just feel very lucky to have the dad that I do.


Feb. 8th, 2009

Why in the hell is there an advertisement for the official site of Tom Cruise on the side of my LJ page?!

I was going to write something more interesting but i just cant get over this shit.


I'm up in the woods
I'm down on my mind
I'm building a still
to slow down the time

Jan. 19th, 2009

Frank Lloyd Wright built us together.

the peaceballoon; its whats up.

you know things are great when the only time you are truly actually upset with your girlfriend is in a dream that took place in a house that was built on water and where nothing made any sense.

yeah? well you smoked 10,000 times on Tuesday too i bet.
shwasted in a basement making out on broken chairs.



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