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Sep. 27th, 2005 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eorMy brain is offline and by the length of time between my posts it might appear that I've followed it.
The shift linkage in the van went kerput yesterday morning. It wasn't an easy trip home. The problem wasn't as easy to fix as I might have liked last night while I was lying on the ground in the rain. I am committed to solving said problem tomorrow or at least making a good go of it. After that early to bed and early to rise is the plan.
I stand on the red line platform staring down at the third rail. Is it the desire to really be alive or is it the desire not to? I never could tell. But the attraction is real.
Bah! I make a lousy poet and a worse mystic. At best I'm a simple lunatic with the emphasis on simple. I steal other's lines because they're better than mine.
"Don't you know that you're a fucking freak in this world,
in which everybody's willing to,
choose swine over pearls." --- Aimee Mann "It's Not Safe"
The shift linkage in the van went kerput yesterday morning. It wasn't an easy trip home. The problem wasn't as easy to fix as I might have liked last night while I was lying on the ground in the rain. I am committed to solving said problem tomorrow or at least making a good go of it. After that early to bed and early to rise is the plan.
I stand on the red line platform staring down at the third rail. Is it the desire to really be alive or is it the desire not to? I never could tell. But the attraction is real.
Bah! I make a lousy poet and a worse mystic. At best I'm a simple lunatic with the emphasis on simple. I steal other's lines because they're better than mine.
"Don't you know that you're a fucking freak in this world,
in which everybody's willing to,
choose swine over pearls." --- Aimee Mann "It's Not Safe"
