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Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Edinburgh, UK
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Reading my old posts is excruciating.
No more of this silly bullshit.
My brain feels like a fucking beached whale, withering into a dry lump of foul fleshy muck in the absence of familiarity.
I could not humanly care less about the souless people out there who manage to go years without acknowledging their origins. Right now, All I want is to go home and see my family.
I want to sit on the porch with a drink in my hand and return the blank stare that dog ambling yuppies send my way. Perhaps even confuse them with a smile and a wave.
I want to psychologically abuse my little brother, then spend two days second guessing myself as a result of his effortless abasement of my value as a human being in reply.
I want to wake up to the sound of my moms jangling bangles in the kitchen. At 4 in the afternoon.
I can't wait to see what 2 years of my families lovable and familiar negligence has done to my stuff.
Increasingly frequent photographic commitments are getting me down, need to begin instituting a form of quality control.
Pray for the shipping gods to be kind to me, as I'm not quite in a state to swim to Panama.
ttfn
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Posted by devon @ 07:20 PM CST [Link]
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