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“I see a harbor filled with masts and sails, wearied by the sea wind that wearies me.”

Archive for June, 2008

The Information Comes At Night.

And, meanwhile, Time continues its immemorial work of making us all look and feel like shit. You got that? And, meanwhile, Time continues its immemorial work of making us all look and feel like shit.

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Goodbye, stranger.

Hungover and dealing with work. Work isn’t much to deal with; It’s a coffee shop slash microroastery and there are literally hours upon hours with nothing to do except listen to classic rock or occasionally peer at a muted broadcast of CNN. I know that the DOW is down 300 points down today and that a barrel of crude oil has never cost so much. I know that Led Zeppelin rocks my cock and that I love that one Supertramp song, “Goodbye, Stranger” even though it’s terrible. I don’t know much else at the moment. The truly fantastic point I’m somehow getting to here is that I don’t care to know much else at the moment. I don’t care, let it all come. I remember times my day to day resembled that of Bukowski’s (without the harness racing) and the few recollections of the nights resembled a Burroughs opium dream sequence. But now, man oh man, look out world. I’m comin atcha with a fully nihilist yet not quite philistine embrace. I just wanna go to school. Still seeking open-minded, eloquent, well-read professors to offer life-changing advice. Inquire inside.