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Everything goes away.  I don’t think you have to wait for death for your life to flash before your eyes.  At many points it happens if you’re paying attention.  It happens young and middle age and it’s terrifying.  Not spiritually. I genuinely don’t have spiritual fears.  Emotionally.  Life is short and it’s long, it depends on who you are.  One minute I’m twenty writing about the passing landscape from a Spanish rental car from Barcelona to Mardrid and the next minute I'm...   When did I start thinking about the end so much?   I’d like to say when did I start thinking about time so much, but I’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT ABOUT TIME.   Leaving everyone and sitting alone in the cold oversized rocking chairs on Phil’s balcony nearing midnight of some 1990s year writing the date over and over trying to hold on.     I suppose what evolves is what I think about time, not THAT I think about it.   Or how I think about it   Fragile   I’ll breathe a last time   That time is se

 Ask your doctor If this medicine Is right For you   Ask your doctor To take away The pills The bandaids The weakness   All your doctors Are without a clue All your doctors have all your money   But that's not what we want back   I don't want it back School is evil Politics is evil TV is evil Choosing sides is evil Segragating is evil People are evil   Roger that, Roger   I won't choose sides Houston, we have a problem, The churches are wrong They've missed the mark They're hiding under desks   I won't die on their hills their hills, landfills of pharisaical leftovers I won't die on any person's hill Any more   Only one thing has been asked of us Believe   I believe

Your office at night, French doors away from the family room trees touching window panes Don’t move and it looks like a set, plastic leaves comic book reflections in the window panes and then   I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say (I promise you)   1998 Pittsburgh a balcony at Metropol on 80s Night chain wallet tapping my hip over mall jeans You’re chewing a drink straw red with a thin white stripe A boy with scruff mouthing the words   I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be (I promise you)   Drawing twenty-four pages, around stacked boxes from the last move 80s Night on Sirius XM But if you wait around a while I'll make you fall for me (I promise you)   The set is real and the scruff is real And you The years are real  

You don’t see me standing around I say Small hands pulling grass, not weeds Sharp September air carries voices high, tinny voices They’re right here, not twenty years from now deep and away from here

The army green cargo pants with a black stripe down the side I got for Christmas are the most me thing I've been given since my chain wallet.  Those pants with my Docs and NIN shirt... welcome to the chat, Leslie.   So I figured, why not start blogging again?   To go with the outfit.   Stuff that's me .