A collection of things I* have done, seen, liked or cared strongly enough about to put online.
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* The Josh Wilson of Scotland, not the NFL guy, the baseball player nor that folksy singer chap.
the middle of my being
was at least
one hundred
— maybe a hundred and ten? —
percent
fluffwhat the hell?
but then again,
if you think hardermaybe this is a gift.
the one thing
that might
unite
man kindthis stuff
this fluffthe power to change our future
our destinyand all you have to do is ask
‘what the hell’
and you know
you are not alone
every
last
onehas
no
fucking
cluethese are my friends,
my good, good
friends.
we get on.
Anyone out there?
NEED?
a poem?
a love letter?
a picture and a thousand words?im taking requests.
i don’t know
what else to do.
Oh internet, thank you for continuing to entertain me with your silly jokes.
im so tired
and so hungry
and my leg hurts
and it’s minus 13
outsidewhat
in the hell
should I do?it’s kind of my own fault
for playing football
for not warming up
for not buying foodbut still,
knowing that
doesn’t make me any less
hungry.and I know
I know,
some people have no food.
they are poor
I’m not.
I’m fortunate.Only
I’m not:
all the 24hr delivery places are closed.
how is that
for fortunate?
So, a good while back, I got really, really dumped. In part because I didn’t see it coming, but mostly because he did it by stopping by my apartment with an iced coffee and saying “I think I need to wrap this up.”
The tough thing about writing about this…
