10.20.09

lyrics to “the lady don’t mind” by talking heads

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Last time she jumped out the window, well, she only turned
and
smiled. You might think she would say something, but you’d
have to
wait a while.
Well the lady don’t mind.
No, no, no, the lady don’t mind
She just turns her head and disappears,
I kinda like that style
Little boat that floats on a river, it’s drifting through a haze
She stops by whenever she wants to, well, there she goes
again
Well, it’s no trouble at all.
No, no, no trouble at all
Well, what she does
is all right with me, and
I kinda like that style
Come on. come on. I go up and down.
I like this curious feeling. I know, I see.
It’s like make believe. Cover your ears
so you can hear what I’m saying.
I’m not lost but I don’t know
Where I am. I got a question.
All right. All right. This is what we like.
Who knows, who knows,
What I’m thinking
She says love is not what she’s after,
and everyone knows.
Each time she looks in the mirror,
she lets her feelings show.
Well, the lady don’t mind
No, no, no, the lady don’t mind.
Well, what she says is all right by me,
and I kinda like that style
Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Here we go again
I don’t know, I don’t know,
What I’m sayin’.
Hey man. Hey man.
I sure don’t feel the same
She likes to say what she’s feeling
Hey. Did I get a big surprise.
I know you think so.
Come on. Come on. She says anything.
Who knows, who knows,
what she’s thinking.

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October 12th, 2011 at 2:18 pm

5 Ways To Turn Fear Into Fuel

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October 8th, 2011 at 6:42 pm

new old town

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It is so gorgeously completely quiet,  at this hour in particular,  that my ears ring and my brains ring.  I have been insane for want of this.  I feel so much better im scared most of the time.

This is a new city,  though one full of ghosts.

“moving home ” felt so inevitable and natural a thought yet i will never be able to recreate how i got there.

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October 1st, 2011 at 5:02 am

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just about the worst memory, surely the worst beverage

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Shiver at the remembered feeling of a chilled  QUART if Wild Irish Rose stuck down the front if my jeans at 9:30 in the morning at the Grocery Boy Jr.

Flash forward, as they say, to riding the Kmart “mountain bike” to the Circle K around the corner for some more beloved Richard’s at 6:59 am sharp. Age about 27, living with my parents.

Good times.

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September 28th, 2011 at 7:38 am

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sample excerpt from mnmalist but necessary med log

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Tuesday a.m. early – anx. high. woke up middle of night. should be high given tasks at hand.

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September 27th, 2011 at 10:57 am

tension

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Were I able to afford it, I would already have a regular, well-compensated occasional companion. Were this the case, it might prove beneficial.

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September 23rd, 2011 at 6:39 pm

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Strategy, tactic.

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In the moment all anger is justified.  It is justified by its being.   Any hijacking of the future character of the thoughts or their havers is purely made up.

My high – level objective this week is to remain outside of any sort of hospital.  Following from that,  I have sought counsel,  and when alone had each moment to itself to decide the path of least harm.  Or better,  the path of most helplessly serene sense of relaxed wonder.

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September 14th, 2011 at 8:35 am

in a way

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in a way, my most terrible mistakes were my most brilliant moves

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September 5th, 2011 at 11:04 am

for Trey Pennington

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sitting alone
in a car
okay

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September 5th, 2011 at 11:03 am

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it just doesn’t matter what words Van Morrison is singing

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Tina was around yesterday, and I learned about Reuben’s current state, curiously unchanged given his raving intensity.The purest insane genius heartbreaking tragic too high skeleton alcoholic possible.  The constitution of a frail bear. How hard can you worry? Turns out hard.

A specific sadness this morning was reading of the death, early this morning, of a local man named Trey Pennington, with whom I was acquainted with at a remote remove in the online community of Greenville.

I know I reminded him of Dire Straits once, and honeysuckle, and looking at the world and being alive, once. He said so, is how I know.

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September 5th, 2011 at 5:37 am