just things…again.
been a while since i graced, or invaded rather, these pages. Tom Waits, Mule Variations on for reference, and to set the tone, perhaps, of this latest foray into the baring of my alleged soul. a lot going on, some good, some not so good, and some, well, the jury, proverbial or not, is still…
it is the…
shank of the evening, and i sit here, an almost finished cup of tea at hand, Chris Botti on the old Victrola, the sun a distant memory, and a day that seems to have been the continuation of the last number of days. i am inhabiting a world of layers, of people who lie to…
i’ve long thought…
of writing a book, an autobiography of sorts. even started it once, but abandoned it (kept the file though in case you were wondering) but haven’t looked at it in a while. but, i have written 100’s of pages of these things ( a lot aren’t published, or actually were, but now are private… don’t…
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