SHE

She was a bookworm and conspiracy theorist. She wasn't the cool one, but she was the best one.

One of the last times I talked to her, she was heading to some book-signing. I screen-capped her while we were chatting so I could tease her with it later.

There was no later.

Bright spot.

Meeting up with some old friends tonight in Foxboro. Should be a passably good time, but the drive home sounds like it might be a little treacherous.

The Waiting Room

Was a weird fuckin' place to come around.

Bullets look like lipstick.

Maybe I should kiss one.

thois blood. my blood.

id like to say it's on your hands but sinse you only spectate I guess I can't do that  can I ?

still I'm pretty sure its time to check out the other side. see what all the fuss is abotu.

once this bottle's empty I'll furge out a way to punch the cards.

Wmo't be long ron/

Used to be an icon.

Then she happened.

Absolutely no human I know worked harder, or longer than her. And she was beautiful, even at her grubbiest moment.

Maybe I can find her again at the bluffs tonight. What's stopping me?

Photo time.

I guess it's time to face this shit. Without being shit faced. HA! Het it?

Time to climb these mountains and see what's on the other side.

I wonder who this girl is?

And I gave my heart to know wisdom and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increases knowledge increases sorrow.

Went people watching at my favorite pub this afternoon: The Tavern at the End of the   World

I drank a lot - of coffee - and wore some too, thanks to a waitress who was a messy   stirrer.

It's a great place to eavesdrop and the coffee is   free

Today the old folks seemed to be holding some sort of meeting about neighbourhood dogs not being spayed - The Bitch   Forums.

Not too interesting, but when you're looking for a story, you have to cast a wide   net

Managed to dodge the poison again today. It's so sneaky with those whispers of oh what the hell, it's just one for the road.

No sir, he doesn't like eet.

Ok, that's not entirely true. He DOES like eet. But he's not having eet. Not today, anyway.

I'm feeling Alice here. It's not about women. Never was.

House hunting.

Well hello again. I'd nearly forgotten there was a sane excuse for talking to myself.

I'm looking for a house. I think so anyway. Sitting here, by a candle, looking for somewhere to start again. All signs point to going home.

But I don't want to.

I don't think.

Also, I'm feeling a little leaky-eyed. Fuck.

This is a whole lot of alone.

I've got women on my mind, too.

One I lost and and one I don't recognize.

I assume this is staged or something. Someone emailed it to me on an account I thought was defunct.

Brain salad, right?