Wish me luck

I went to see my counselor on wednesday.  Calculated insights.  I never leave unimpressed.  I'm already starting to feel like I'm turning the corner.

I have an important meeting today.  I'm meeting with the head of the Biorenewable Technology department at Iowa State - Dr. Raj Raman.  I'm hoping to come away with a pretty good idea of whether or not ISU is the place to go for my master's degree.  Exciting!

Thrashers need love too.

Avoidance

I am currently avoiding what I should be doing.  What is my issue with doing what I must?  I have completely fallen off my game.  It's time to hike up my skirt, grab my balls, and get back in the groove.  No more waiting and off putting.  DO DO DO DO DO!!!!!

The current list of schools on my radar...

Univ. of Montana, Univ. of Wisc @ Madison, UC Berkeley, Iowa State Univ, Humboldt State Univ, Colorado State Univ, Purdue Univ, Michigan Tech U, Univ of Idaho, Univ. of Notre Dame

It's non-fiction, so it's not funny.

Thank you for showing us what we could not have seen with normal eyes.  They must have put something in the whiskey.  History repeats itself and the resonance of your words will outlast the violence of your exit.

Buy the ticket, take the ride.

HST (1937-2005)

It will rip you apart.

Don't worry.  It won't last.  But I don't have to tell you that.  It's been clear from the beginning you only did it to squirt lime in eyes and piss on it because it doesn't matter anyhow.  Slaves will rip holes in your clothes.  Then who'll know what's what?  And wher've you been that you think you've got the right to hold your hand out like that - palm down, so the earth can kiss your wrist while you trapse through the racks.  It's only money.  And you'll see.

It's all in your head.

The power lies within and the resistance sleeps with it.  Like that girlfriend of your friend who thinks she lives at his crib.  She slinks around like a harsh vibe waiting to catch someone say something adverse.  POUNCE!  Party's over, bitch.

CRreaaaashun

Free free free free free free free free free free.

Lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost.

Done.

Argh.  My neck is killin me.  I need to rectify this situation.

Hells bells.  I got a swingin grade on my test today.  Felt like a million bucks.

So I was a walkin' down the street the other day - jist walkin' and not mindin' nothin' goin' on 'round me.  When I felt somethin wet hit my eyebrow.  I touched my brow with my fingertips and wiped it with the back of my hand.  I still don't know what the hell it was.  Weird how stuff like that just happens and I'll never know what the hell was goin on.

Morning Music

There's nothing like a side of empowered reggae with the morning coffee.  A little Bob and some Burning Spear to make you rise up out of your slippers and sing!  Praise life.  We keep moving with our spirits suspended on notes aimed for unknown heavens beyond.  The sun is the great engine that sustains us and brightens the path.  We simulate it's power with fires that burn bright and cast shadows of the rumba in the heart of the darkness that we no longer fear.  Reject fear and embrace life!!

Pay the man.

Put your time in today?  I'll put it in tomorrow.  I'm tired today.  I need to eat first.  Coffeeeeeeeee.  Mmmhmmmm.  If I just keep my fingers moving maybe eventually things will start coming to me that are worth writing and I won't feel like a failure.  I wont feel like I had a gift that I've wasted - cast into the gutter drowning somewhere between a thin layer of oil and the running snowmelt.  Pouring down a storm drain and washing into the river where the fermenting dreams of yesterday poison the invertebrates that poison the fish that poison the people who shit and puke that rotten fucked up forgotten nothing back into the toilet and flush it away to a plant that bleaches it clean and drinks it claiming it tastes just fine.  Maybe if I just avoid  periods - I could be the next Dalton Trumbo!  I can just write and write and write and theres no need for any punctuation because its all just distracting us from the content anyways right I mean what matters is the words the words the words and how you put them together

See here how everything leads up to this day

I have very little to say.  Not sure why I'm doing this again.  Writing is life for some and merely death for many.  When I sit to write I feel somehow concussed.  Like I've beaten and shaken all of the written words from my head.  Skill has left me.  Syllables flash across my mind's eye.  I smash them together and come across as inhuman - blator incogrant fartomic slaynick - like a portrait puzzle pieced together without a thought to take time and make sense.  Coo me to sleep.  I need sleep.  I got a warm heart and cold cold fingers.  Blow me away.