bah. back here in the way back of huh what do I say



grey cool day



got my Shepherd here in the way back of 10 miles away from where

I sleep

most of the time



ah

it's the day of the night of the first game of the World Series fuck it

only



what

in a holding pattern

My head and my emotions are so fucked up at this point, I'll have no choice but to write novels.



The fog on the highway this morning was heavy and gold with sunlight. The twisting traffic on the road ahead streamed along under and through it, a manifestation of my many impossibilities, imagined and real



My thoughts and my feelings are so fucked up at this point, I'll have no choice but to show you a thing or two about who you are dealing with



but of course