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Off the Road
Sonic is definitely not straight
Jumble
What is time but a constant ‘fuck you’ to a schedule?
Pink Flowers
I think it was a leather news boy cap that that man had.
Breaking the Streak
What a shame it is to let yourself down. But a blessing to be able to pick yourself back up
Backdated – 2
Don’t mind me – just filling in the gaps of my professionalism.
Backdated – 1
Looking back from the future to try and write about an instance from the past
Fringe
Just dying to fucking get my Ed, Edd, & Eddy spec script out
Team Player
Work until you die in real life
Gut Biome
Rumble guts ahoy!
Sacrificing Sleep
Why sleep when I can play apex?
Eye Zit Down
The alternate title was Infected Oil Duct but I liked this one more.
Difference Between Fear
It’s not pink eye I swear. No one farted on my pillows!
Palimpsest
3/8/20 Sunday’s drip away so sweet. There is sunshine in the air on this March afternoon, and a breeze that says “it’ll be ok.” I’m not too sure I should listen to the voices on the wind anymore, though. They always tell you the opposite of the thing you’re not entirely sure you don’t want.Continue reading “Palimpsest”
Ceramic Seat
3/7/20 Does writing a day into memory lessen its significance on my life if I do it while taking a shit? Or is it lifted to a new, holistic experience? My body is processing. I am living, experiencing, and following through on years of evolutionary planning. When I sit on a porcelain throne and remindContinue reading “Ceramic Seat”
Celestial String
3/6/20 Marie might be a little upset with me. I’ll be honest—I’m actually writing this the morning after the 6th as I was tired as a dog last night. Hence, the frustration of my wife. I got home around 5:30pm dog tired. Amelia was down for a nap, and Marie was picking up. We satContinue reading “Celestial String”
Slug
3/5/20 Soft sickness—like a wilting flower still soaking up the sun—drips off of my body. My throat aches more than it has before so I now talk with a booming baritone. Any cough pinches at my vocal cords and reminds me I am (as of right now) limited. I have boundaries. My abilities are lockedContinue reading “Slug”
Slide Off
3/4/20 Staying home sick as an adult is like eating an apple: it can be nice, but for the most part you think of it as a chore. First of all there’s the responsibility of taking care of yourself: the hydration, the nutrition, the fighting off antibodies left and right like a lone warrior fightingContinue reading “Slide Off”
Fishing Line
3/3/20 Tonight is actually the first night that I am just typing up my diary post instead of writing it, then typing it, then carving it into stone, then remembering it verbatim, then chanting it to myself as I list away into an incandescent plane of dreams and terrors. It’s a little odd. There’s somethingContinue reading “Fishing Line”
Phlegm
3/2/20 I stayed home sick today. Technically, Amelia and I stayed home sick today. And, even more technically speaking, Amelia stayed home sick & I worked from home. Whatever work stuff needed done (for the most part) got done, and I was home before 4:15pm. By that I mean I was home, inside, all day.Continue reading “Phlegm”
Ed Boy 