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[Nov. 7th, 2009|01:13 am] |
Such beautiful
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[Apr. 10th, 2009|02:36 am] |
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My bike tire was stolen. |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2008|12:18 am] |
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Call it the last weekend of the summer. Call it a holiday weekend. Call it what I felt might be one of the more important weekends of my life. It was fun, and shitty, and cool, and beautiful, and unexpected. A standard 2 hour trip to Long Island bulged into almost a 6 hour drive home on Friday. Too much eager traffic crashing into each other, failing the Long Island Expressway completely. I did not realize, nor have I wasted my thoughts on the time I spent in the car on the way home. It is just stupid wasted memory of sing-a-longs staring at brake lights. I don't know what it is, but the weekend, mostly felt hollow, or almost wrong. Wrong isn't exactly the right word, but I've never had a more twisted weekend on Long Island. Friday night was most casual, and Saturday was relaxing as well. Sunday was incredible. Monday was just hollow. Waiting on things that didn't pan out. I have not escaped this feeling that something is lurking. Something dark. Without form. My own insides are twisting up thinking about it. I can't even talk about my weekend like any normal person. I'd save it for personal times. It is just the memory. I'm chasing it. I'm always doing that. The fantastic moments spring themselves from out of nowhere and before I know it. They are over. |
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