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Today I slept in and then tried to watch football. Somethings wrong with our Bell satellite and some channels don’t work. The football channel didn’t work.
I made a coffee. I went outside.
I finally downloaded Linux on an old desktop computer not being used my parents had laying around. Had made that a goal for myself in April or March and finally did it for September.
Been learning how to use the terminal and download things to it and getting used to it.
It’s cool. It was hard to get it to work at first but I was proud of myself for figuring it out.
I’m starting to think my posts might be too negative and violate the “Excessively shitty or negative posts” in the Bear Code of Conduct. I’ll try to be more positive in this one.
I’m grateful for the sun. It makes nice sunsets.
I’m grateful for birds. Their flights are fun to watch.
I’m grateful for fingers. They are helpful for holding.
I’m grateful for glad bags. They are also helpful for holding.
I’m grateful for bugs, hugs, and shrugs.
I’m grateful I have a place to sleep tonight and the next.
I’m grateful for thinking that Hamas and hummus were the same thing for most of my life.
I’m thankful for today.
I’m thankful for tomorrow.
I’m not sure where I’m going but I’m grateful to be on the path.
My cat crawled on me today. He also jumped on the counter because I had some canned tuna out I was eating.
My grandparents called me from Italy. I enjoyed that.
It was cooler today but it was sunny. The leaves have begun turning orange. Many have fallen from the trees. Still many remain.
Windy today.
I think, I think, I think. Always thinking, not much doing.
I think, I think, I think. I think, so I guess I’m human.
Damn. Dam. That damn dam’s dammed. It must be damned.
I’m not sure what’s left of this life. I’m almost thirty. I’m practically dead. Never thought I’d make it this far. Didn’t think to make plans.
But I’m here now. I guess that’s good. Got lots of time left, for what? I’m not really sure. Have a family? Not sure. Seems hard. Not fully convinced. Read books? No. Travel the world? Everywhere is America, not much to see. Upload myself to the internet? Maybe.
Maybe that’s what life is. A state of confusion, sometimes more and sometimes less. But always a mystery, a feeling of unrest. An itch always needing scratching, satisfaction is fleeting and far off.
Do I make sense? Not really. Esoteric and unhinged.
Get this guy a straight jacket. Hit his head; cringe.
Am I a poet? A man of prose; and of limerick. Not me. A rusty voice; a tired face; a bitter mood; a touch of grace.
Freedom. Free dom. Freed om. Melancholy boy. Seeking melancholy melody. Tired of his melancholy maladies.
Cancer, gum rot, gangrene, gout. Green. Disgust. Gore. Go without.
Help. Helpful. Kelp. Helping. Handful. Sand full. Bags full. Flags flown. Flying. Birds. Birds flying. Birds dying. Crash. Smash. Smashed glass. Fast gas. Last pass. Hash stashed. Local focal. Roll call, faux ball. Justice. Just itch.
Raft after, sad laughter. Singing loudly, song is tong full. Simple dimple. Pimple wimple. Next to nothing, sent me something.
Low battery. Slow Saturday.
Sending text. Let’s have sex.
Hearts. Darts. Look at the charts.
Sartre.
Homer and Bart.
Trains, flames, somber bait tarts.
End. Fend. Lend. Tend.
Night. Kite. Pike. Psych.
Patch. Latch. Snatch. Catch.
Offer. Off her. Oft heard. Soft served.
Ice cream. Spiced scream. Lice clean. Bike team. Dyke ream. Fight dream.
Sight seen. Site been.
Love. Seam.
Seem.
See.
C.
U.
Next.
Tuesday.