| (I hope everyone here is ok. I'm not back, just reminiscing.)
Touching on the Fear
Sometimes I still wake up
under that purple sky, barely
pre-dawn and understand
I've lost your voice,
the fluency of your shoulder blades,
scent of salt and liliac.
Roll over, try to sleep.
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| I kind of feel like giving an actual update. Surprise, yes?
So, life is simple in the kingdom of UT. Lot's of inner
reflection and all that jazz. If I'm not careful I might turn
into a decent person. I found a crew to live with next year in
Andy Holt, so I won't be alone. I'm also traveling to italy for
the month of July. I need to visit the grave of John Keats in
Rome, give him a rose, and drink with him. I've been giving a lot
of thought to my future lately and have decided that being a teacher
might not be a bad thing for me, but that if I could be a professor, I
would have the liberty to write and the money to rest easily. I
haven't found the meaning of life yet, but damn if I'm not close.
To liberty, To arms, To rest.
Peace
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| U.S.A.! U.S.A.! I think that luge is the scariest thing on
the planet. I want to do it so badly. Curling starts
tommorrow. Get ready to cheer.
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| Snow....... yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaa
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| Guess who's birthday it is? That's right! Wolfgang Amadeus
Mozart's! The only person to ever beat chuck norris and madonna
in a 2 to 1 tag team match. How I love him.
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