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i just can't keep up it's not just that i'm tired- i am but how did i get so weary?
i gotta sleep then I feel an obligation wherein I oughta see some other faces, hear some other voices. i'm just terrifically inadequate to most of these tasks. No baiting of hooks here: on days like this, i'm not half the friend half my friends are, 100% true and I like less than half of me half as well as I deserve! in fact, may be I don't need more faces than these two- the mirror and the wee one. and the face of someone happily serving me pizza and a beer. pizza&beer are rarely known to provoke existential crisis. unless it be something like hemp pizza or cannellini bean pizza. probably. the thought of a slice or two, and a beer, in solitude, is very appealing. but so is answering the phone or making calls. blagh. with screamin' e napping, I wanna nap, especially on what amounts to 3.25 hours of sleep out of the last 36. blagh again.
Oh! Attention citizens! Tales of the Unanticipated #25 is out! I got me a little po-em in it, and I'm all swollen (and distended?!) with the pride thing. To share pages with no less than four Rhysling winners, in a journal edited by another Rhysling winner, that's pretty effing cool in my book. I feel like I've climbed a big 'ol hill, and I'm not even winded! No! More like, ready for more! Yay poetry!
gawsh I'm tired though. and, as noted, weary. tendon-weary. In-deed. am I lame? lamed and flopping. ugly and restless. dumb and deef (tm). sweating in weird locales. and lamer than I've been in months. years! yeeearrrggh.
good.
night.
at 244 pm.
i gotta sleep then I feel an obligation wherein I oughta see some other faces, hear some other voices. i'm just terrifically inadequate to most of these tasks. No baiting of hooks here: on days like this, i'm not half the friend half my friends are, 100% true and I like less than half of me half as well as I deserve! in fact, may be I don't need more faces than these two- the mirror and the wee one. and the face of someone happily serving me pizza and a beer. pizza&beer are rarely known to provoke existential crisis. unless it be something like hemp pizza or cannellini bean pizza. probably. the thought of a slice or two, and a beer, in solitude, is very appealing. but so is answering the phone or making calls. blagh. with screamin' e napping, I wanna nap, especially on what amounts to 3.25 hours of sleep out of the last 36. blagh again.
Oh! Attention citizens! Tales of the Unanticipated #25 is out! I got me a little po-em in it, and I'm all swollen (and distended?!) with the pride thing. To share pages with no less than four Rhysling winners, in a journal edited by another Rhysling winner, that's pretty effing cool in my book. I feel like I've climbed a big 'ol hill, and I'm not even winded! No! More like, ready for more! Yay poetry!
gawsh I'm tired though. and, as noted, weary. tendon-weary. In-deed. am I lame? lamed and flopping. ugly and restless. dumb and deef (tm). sweating in weird locales. and lamer than I've been in months. years! yeeearrrggh.
good.
night.
at 244 pm.
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too bad because i want to hang out!