off and away from it all
anything faced, directly,
will vanish
I have vanished
And, by god, I thought,
I’m going to make it after all
gone,
gone from the sad old-jowled faces and their disillusioned eyes
the high mountains hauling up beyond enclose and fold over me
here I am silent, here i am happy
me
the golden gate creaks with sunset rest
It’s the end of the land, babe, it makes you feel all lonely inside
Where sentenced to the living death of menial full-time jobs commit suicide
Freedom comes with poverty and insecurity - is it worth it you have to ask yourself
ive had a frantic time this month looking for a decent paying job
one foot on the bus already
50 more pages won’t make it clearer
don’t care much wherever i am,
finding unexpected comfort in everyday tasks
moaning into my glass again
I hope if I do go that I go because I want to, not because I’m running away
Now i’m wise
i’m going to finish it though, but it’s going to be blood all the way
another boring wannabe novelist spitting out enumerating woes
see him there, over there with an unremovable cigarette in hand
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my favorite time of the year. the summer sport of america has returned for another round. i’m going to opening day at Wrigley Field next week. i’m surprised there was still tickets available this late. hmm. i’ve been to Wrigley a couple times, but going on opening day is a first; the afternoon ought to be a fine memory to have stitched in the boyhood mind of mine, i certainly expect.
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