This poor 2/3 eaten scone sits next to me on my desk, looking betrayed. The iced coffee, fully consumed, looks empty but satisfied. These days are here, and I'm in a new house. I'm a new person, it feels. I have a Stetson hat and maroon canvas Doc Martens. But, you know this. You are me, I am you, the only two who read this through.
I was with Amy today. "I'm a sensitive bore." manana, mi amor. manana.
I'm listening to some hardcore Say Anything. (i.e. In Defense of the Genre) and feeling shameful of things not bitten and digested. By God, I am being as vague and poetic as ever. I can see my Phoenixville neighbors. They own pit bulls, motorcycles, and lots of beer. I want to put "PLANK TRIUMPHANT" on the walls in here. He deserves everlasting influence in my life, thanks to Uncle Tom. Nick is in New Hampshire, and I miss the fellow. He's my buddy, he's my pal. I need to slice up all the cardboard in the backyard with my dad. 'What a drag', they said in the 1950s. I'd like to know how to become a great writer, but Francine Prose thinks she knows everything and is some sort of comedian that is amazing because she reads books. 5 days to read this crap, and my other book. Sorry folks, I'll be busy. Hopefully I can get Colton over here tomorrow and Tim over Saturday to see this darned please. 8 minute videos to fall back on in times of doubt.
I am infinitely interested in the lives of my grandparents. I look to the campaign poster of 1969 with Tom Wilson's face on it, when he ran for judge. I think of my silent but always calculating grandfather on my mother's side, Robert Gill Geist. A German-American man, his head was smaller than mine is now and his cap doesn't fit on me. He seems to have the most influence on me. However, the Kellys give me my humor. That's my dad's mom's side. And so, the history continues with these two Wilson boys, Tommy and Luke. We keep the name going. We are the only lasting males. And we'll find romance, get married, procreate and the Wilson timeline will continue. If we have any boys. I am so weird right now. Maybe it's all the chapters of Trapped in the Closet i watched today. Maybe it's the coffee. Maybe both. I got my school supplies along with a beautiful backpack from OBEY, a faux-propagandized company. Lineage.
I can't let this go. It's so fun, and it means something real. I know it. Butterfeelings, butterflies, butterfingers.
Wonder if Nicholas found some long-haired gorgeous mountain girl and fell in love. God knows he needs that. He'd love that. But then we'd be off on our own paths. "There's still time to change the road you're on." I watched the Led Zeppelin concert The Song Remains the Same today. It was good. I showed Amy the delicious Stairway to Heaven solo. She had no comment.
'fraidy cat. wonder if she'll keep this up. did you expect that one, dear?
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