too frequent

it's almost like the more content

the less interesting

i seem

don't forget me

today i stumbled on a blog

it was written by a guy who died of cancer.

he started his blog when he was diagnosed

and ended it with his imminent demise

i found it because he also has a wealth of info pertaining to
ghost towns, and old mining camps

heavy stuff...perspective

mas gatos menos pacos

to the other places

my maker is giving me signs, mostly about my shortest of comings.
my dreams are quicksand until i awaken
my thoughts are concrete until we speak
my life is shortened by knowing you at all

this writing is being burned into replaceable
this author is having thoughts of the finale.

it's true

you shit yourself

when you die

you had better....

this video (if it works) is of my 84 year old grandmother...trying marijuana for her first time..

pretty epic...but it goes to show...youre as old as you let yourself be

no more having everything tomorrow, and wondering what it might have been like..

yeah she didn't cough...i come from titans...

-your titan

still more....more

once i thought i had it, it was time for first steps

i have written the same thing seven hundred times

the same sentences, the same ideas..digging valleys soon to be graves on a geological scale or otherwise.

stilll....more fuckery

i was told i lend to confusion

the teller was sure

i looked at myself

and had to agree...