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The caption read:

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AppARently, it only works on pictures.

sorry honey.

the acceptible

I am boring.

I hope for things which could be explained
but perhaps are improvements
or at least are inherent consequences.

natural and predictable are spades
to the hearts of the contrivance and novelty.

Am i requesting predictability?

my pulse calms and beckons.
but to what?

oh dear god, the universe is too vast.
and I can't really tell it so, what a conundrum.

what might shakespeare be thinking of me?
Ass of mouth with knight's soul, solely asinine in the mouth of night and wine.

it must be fear

why not elect the mor(m)on.?

from whence my trepidation?

I think I'd just rather live here than switzerland.
but my threat remains.

if congress squelches the fair tax - regardless the commander -
I must undoubtedly supress my patriotism in favor of my ideology.
esle I am the hedonist, and not philosophically so.

damn $240m

not to say that i wouldn't like a quarter billion bucks. that sounds perfect.

but i'd rather be the guy who could talk himself (and you) out of hell.

there it is. now huckabee, kick ass or die trying.

the new apocalypse

the book is going mediocrely.

this has been a bad week.
the only person I know who's had more beer than my sister this week is my dad.
he's in bad shape.
goodbye uncle john.
I wish that writing could be a salve tonight,
but even Ben GIbbard fails me.
now having lived through watching someone die
to the point that I couldn't come back.
but why? Aren't we all dying?
I guess I'm just bitter that hoping and praying are futile.

I'm listening to a CD which is a soundtrack not to any film, but to an imaginary life
only in my head and which is very dramatic.

passion, pride, purity, pursuit, power, punching, passing, partying.
beautiful places, average people, ugly places, beautiful people.
perhaps only contrast.

it's my birthday.
and I'm not ready to cut it off with sleep
as though insomnia were my suprehuman power to still the rotation of earth.
grrrrrrr!! I strain to roll back my eyelids.

to forsee.

perhaps I am impaired.

But I believe that I have just envisioned the future.

According to the vision: I will not get a PHD.

Ok.

Heavy.

I will be a builder like never before there was one.

Heavy.

the future of...forestry.

I just applied for a job as a grunt with a green-builder in chapel hill.

I'd love a job I could believe in and learn from.

by the way, check out the band Future of Forestry

PSIII

I would use an expletive, but the only person who may ever know that this post exists has probably already heard it, and will likely be reading this in the same room as the one in which his young children are amusing themselves with reading or intellectual board games.

So, I'll just describe myself as disappointed. Not despondent, or depressed, but certainly alienated and disenfranchised.

snead

like how even cardboard has a smell.

papers

I'm not quite sure yet,
but I think I'm an antifederalist.
not a libertarian.
never was.
but I think I'd have voted anti-federalist
if I'd been alive 220 years ago.

buddhist crucifix

crazy, I'm sure.
but I'm trying my darndest
to get feeped up
on green tea.

season opener

If I have idols in my life, they are:

myself
my wife
-and her exquisite figure
intellectualism
-thomas jefferson
-francis bacon
-john locke
-etc.
the beach
music
more of myself