Don't know who I am, where I've been, or where it ends.
No close friends and not much money to spend.
Suspended.
A tragic romantic floating between the Pacific & Atlantic
On a bed of quicksand. . .but not frantic.
I am the sand. I am the land. I am Lost Coyote Boy.
I am Everyman.
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My Olympia pal & drummer, Garf Austinson, just wrote and asked how I was. I rhymed the above reply. He reports that his daughter, Clementine Danger, is starting to babble and drool.
Here's a photo of Garf (in hat).
3 comments:
I hate it--too melodramatic, or something. And self-absorbed. Too rhymey. Not enough rhymes. Too many references to sand. Wrong font. Too many periods. Half-baked analogies. Failed alliteration techniques. Not enough adverbs. Fragile bone structure. Too much hair on its neck. Too sad. Attracted to the wrong women...
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is this strange to see? 62602 words. hmmmm. you gotta lot to say.
Those stats haven't changed since 2003. I think I've written more than 1,000 posts. Also, I changed servers in Sept. of 2002, so all the posts before that weren't counted in this tally.
I'm a certified blog maniac.
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