February
january 27
who is
stephen
elliott
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weekends and weekends upon us, alternates sun
and blizzard, two-screened, i am solitary but
not confined.
sirens in winter weather while poots watches
the clock.
papers ready, monday blasted me with beery
breath and bated breath and ADD theories
abounding.
guilt and shame guilt and shame - i've got my
own - am i wild - now that is a question i
don't care too too much about -
this colour is brighter on a Mac.
finally, time to get up. i just want to get on
with things, whatever those things are.
really, it's time.
january 16
8:31am
poots and her piles, papers,
devices,
so many numbers; so useless in the end.
good math scores notwithstnding.
i feel the city moving around me, as i am
quiet,
this comforts me. not that i need comforting
but don't we all.
i think about the showers of all the office
people and their alarm clocks.
as i sit, in peace, with myself, and my
thoughts.
yes, this is the purpose of the mEp.
the kleenex beckons;
pms is a moving force, for good.
well slept, well dreamt,
get those spooky bus dreams out, inclines and
fainting drivers, alike,
my demons with them, purged.
not even a baggy eye
baggy saggy heart
wednesday martinis
perfect gulit
so many one liners;
this is my space;
my world;
my life.
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ehem.
is phlem plant or animal?
do you remember carbon paper?
january
14
8:41am
i was a bit late
for lotsa things
but i'll get there.
i know i wll.
january
13 8:47am
what drives you
in a poot house, alone, not
dark.
lots of sleep.
what drives you, according to her, is called
a mindset;
a mindest either fixed or not;
sometimes a fixed mindset maintains your
health
and the growth is what you do on the other
side;
is it still called a Macintosh?
What makes you lonely.
january 12 8:46am
what
cannot be changed
of course i cannot change how
they think about food shopping,
which has been reduced to a 'chore' along
with the very act of eating.
i am far too awake for this sort of
conversation
mEpwords few and far between - and there are
many reallife rants i could do.
the pms switch has been flipped, ranting,
comes with it.
8:53 on a sunday in mEpworld and the coffee
is strong.
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january 11 11:41am
what cannot be learned
the headline reades
"patience before parenthood"
and the bodies of knowledge jump out
at me;
there are bodies of knowledge; what
people write in books,
in newspapers, talk about on
television;
then there is an entire body of
knowledge that is not encapsulatable
and perhaps, well, in my mind, the
only one that matters.
what you can learn; and what cannot be
learned.
and that is everything that drives
you;
everything that pushes you forward;
what wakes you in the morning
and sleeps you at night
what you dream about
what you fantasize about
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today is thursday january 9th
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wake up poots,
there is something you can do
today.
maybe.
coffee number
two.
laptop number
three, im getting confused.
not enough
kleenex in the world.
banking.
randomness and
who is ken ormsby.
eventually, it's
about me, again.
and roy.
flip off the lights.
no photos, yet, but the sun
outside on the orange bricks
could we tell a story yet; there
are beautiful and sad stories to
be told
but we can't tell them here;
they are not ours to tell;
and so we skirt around them; we
dance;
we, me, and my words.
the coffee pot ticks, tick tick
tick.
i fill up my cup; proverbial and
otherwise;
make a decision;
grab the kleenex box.
and sit down again.
amanda hess thinks she can write
about sex
but, she cannot.
the Swiss man had something true
to say;
people still get killed for
pennies in this world;
you are not invincible because
you are woman;
nor is a black man.
americans are... well they
mostly think they are freer than
they really are.
mostly.
look at me, i never get to tell
the truth.
join the fucking club, amanda
hess.
join the fucking club.
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