Fuck. I got nothing.
You want honesty? How's this:
The only reason I'm posting is so I will have a November 2005 archive.
Am I lost for words or lost for the motivation to site down and write?
I reread some of my old blog posts, I cannot believe how long it has been, and I am amazed that I was able to wrench all those words from myself, tight-lipped and sullen. The metallic taste of the fight on my silver and envenomed tongue-tip.
I spend so much time reading, writing, thinking about writing and so little to show for it - I’m writing in place. An evolutionary dead end, sunk in a tar pit. Fighting my own viscosity. Scattered, useless, life.
And I am getting lazy, relying on my photographs to tell the story that I can’t find the right words to tell you, teach the lesson for which I cannot parse the lesson plan
Blase, blase, blase.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
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so you see how much we have in common
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