I was watching a video of a young man, brought home. 24 years old and thats his life. Below is the video, I took my bat outside and bashed some pumpkins, for the squirrels and birds and also to get some of the unfocused anger at the god damn war and the children that fight it. I know they signed up, I know thats their job, I am proud of my military brothers and sisters, no doubt. I simply want them all to live a long full life.
Sitting outside, in the mid 50's. The dogs went inside to sleep or wreak havoc or whatever it is they do when they are not underneath. A bee wanted a piece of me. I am not sweet bee!
The trampoline needs a good sweep.
Going to workout, sand down a bookcase and walk through the park I am a caretaker for. Bring garbage bag and gloves. Enjoy the strip of almost silence in the middle of the city.
I dreamt that I was in my birth city and looking for a place to stay. Brian was running alongside the train getting donations for some girls dream. I didn't want to stay with any relatives. Before that I was at Eminems birhday party. He took over a bar/restaurant and so I can safely say that I did not on purpose attend his birthday party. I remember reminding him of the talented Michiganders. Like Aretha Franklin and Iggy Pop.
Itunes on shuffle. Air Supply and then Everclear - Santa Monica.
Plantar fascitis means no more barefooting for me. I am rarely in shoes. Mid winter you might find me standing in the snow. I gotta get as close to the earth as possible. I am not Persephone.
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