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Fool on the planet.: November 2004

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Fool on the planet. Sometimes, oftentimes, all times. Tuesday, November 23, 2004. A short bit of fiction about losing an eye and waking up in an alley. To say that the pain was blinding would be an understatement. I try to scream, but I gag and choke instead, the stream of buzzing beasts still flowing with no sign of stopping. I find my legs and run, run anywhere. Run away from myself, from what I had become. They still move from my mouth, stealing my hearing and whatever tiny bit of sight th...I feel th...

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Fool on the planet.: August 2005

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Fool on the planet. Sometimes, oftentimes, all times. Monday, August 15, 2005. A state of confusion address -OR- À bout de souffle. I’m lost in the woods. Lose clarity or turn aside especially from the main subject of attention or course of argument in writing, thinking, or speaking. When one is already lost, can one stray? If there is no beaten path, how is it that we can tread from it? I did it again. Same question, different paragraph. I’ll leave you to suss out the answer. Me? I’m aware that these ra...

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Fool on the planet.: October 2005

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Fool on the planet. Sometimes, oftentimes, all times. Monday, October 31, 2005. A caustic look at my own self. -OR- "Through the looking glass.". What is it that possesses a man to give up? What is it that possesses a man to never push, and only pull? What is it that possesses a man to look through the sparkling glass of the doors, looking in with an expression of exasperation locked upon his face? Why does he only look through, not bothering to look at the sign on the door that says. As I stared through...

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Fool on the planet.: December 2005

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Fool on the planet. Sometimes, oftentimes, all times. Friday, December 30, 2005. A lingering love of language. Language is a stone cold bitch. I want to write about language. About its truths, its lies, its flaws and its gems. I want to write about the root of the thing that means more to me then just about anything else on the planet. The words that make up the rambling. My deus, for the writing’s machina. Andshit. I got nothin’. But for the sake of starting somewhere:. That was a simile. If you wanted ...

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Fool on the planet.: November 2005

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Fool on the planet. Sometimes, oftentimes, all times. Wednesday, November 30, 2005. A script and a statement. I had hoped to finish this script today. I thought it up this morning. I planned to finish it this night. But as they say, "A plan is a list of things that won't happen.". Ah well. I still have had time to create bits like this:. She jots down some info on yet other one of her countless pieces of paper. Maybe someday, Willis. If you go and get yourself fixed. Like I said, I don’t use rubbers.

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Fool on the planet.: September 2005

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Fool on the planet. Sometimes, oftentimes, all times. Wednesday, September 14, 2005. A true statement. A solemn feeling. A great gorramn movie. Once upon a time. Take my love,. Remember, back through the days. Remember back to your first kiss. But not the first kiss that you had ever experienced, not the first little peck that someone happened to slap upon your cheek without a care. Please, remember back to the first kiss that meant something. Take my land,. Take me where I cannot stand. I am a man of wo...

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Fool on the planet.: June 2005

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Fool on the planet. Sometimes, oftentimes, all times. Wednesday, June 29, 2005. I’m sitting alone right now, and this confuses me. It confuses me for at this very moment, I really wish I could be talking to someone. But not just talking for the sake of talking. Know what I mean? I’m going to assume that you do. But assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups, according to that classic of modern action cinema, Under Siege 2: Dark Territory. Yea, I saw that movie, and yea, I liked it. I’ll move on. But does t...

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Fool on the planet.: July 2005

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Fool on the planet. Sometimes, oftentimes, all times. Monday, July 25, 2005. For one moment, don’t think about what you’re doing. Don’t think, don’t question, don’t ask. I’m proud of you for reading that. But that isn’t why we’re here. Why you’re there. Find a dusty, yellowed, well worn book. A book that has seen some love, seen the world, taken your time. Now place it near your nose and breathe in. That’s right. It’s time to get the mind going again, now that the absurdity has passed on by, as we si...

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Fool on the planet.: May 2005

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Fool on the planet. Sometimes, oftentimes, all times. Saturday, May 28, 2005. Afuck, I don't know. Writers block is highly unpleasant. And shit. Yea, that's all I got. Posted by Your friend, the fool at 10:58 PM. Thursday, May 19, 2005. A word on the day of birth. So today was my birthday. In fact, it still is. Which means that I’m sitting here, listening to a song named Smile, wondering about things. What does that mean? But I was older yesterday as well. Such is the nature of time, right? The aforement...