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boom 


My brain is an explosion drawn off on the horizon just clear enough to recognize but never close enough to hold to purpose. a blip on the ontological radar. a scratch in the human wax.

This is all an accident really. i should be carrying on my whiskey dreams in brooklyn this evening (and i'm sure i will in a moment's time) singing some rejuvination into this tired wrists of mine. but after a scotch (or two, to be reasonable) the phones weren't ringing. the voices weren't calling for the rock and roll killing machine and so i decided to take some time to stare until they would.

Take the time to rat-a-tat tap something. to listen to the murder city devils and smoke three cigarettes i didn't need with this oncoming cold and weekend of broke debauchery without my trusted pic.

But the fire only burns so bright sometimes.

And now i'm gone...