I've kept this odd journal not only alive but healthy for a whole year now.
gosh, what has changed.
And what hasn't changed?
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- Ride #2
- Homeless
- I stand outside the window let the ash rain downI ...
- If one gets out of life what one puts into it, whi...
- They are gone, dreams drifting on a wisp of smog c...
- Anniversary
- 9,200 miles on the blue wedgie-thing that doesn't ...
- I have a bad feeling about this, this whole thing ...
- I love old metal like I love old leather boots. I...
- *flop* The jacket and gloves go down on the seat, ...
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- tasik
- In my life of labor and endless searching for connections, I sometimes pause to muse over the people I love, the natural and artificial world around me, and the ideas that provoke my imagination or ire.
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