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Autobiographies

I spent a few bucks at Hobby Lobby yesterday. I have a weakness for blank pages and stationary.

102_0154I was taken by the tree on this journal’s cover. Well, it’s actually meant to be a sketchbook, having no lines and all. For some reason Hobby Lobby doesn’t sell legitimate journals for writing. Bastards!

102_0156It’s made of nice leather and high quality paper. I’ve decided it perfect for poetry. Too perfect, in fact. My drafts are much too scribble-laden and error ridden. Instead, I’m filling this one with all of my recent creations that only exist on my blog. Many deserve a home on paper, so I’ve been copying a bit from my WordPress site. Self-plagiary! The Collected Poems of a Madman, I’ll call it. Perhaps when it’s complete I can give it away.

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Next, I bought this huge hunk of bludgeoning tool.  I selected it for its size, and the design on the cover. I like maps damnit.

I was tired of my life story just laying out on the table. Anyone could have strolled right into my home and riddled through my many problems. So, this one becomes a sort of autobiography.
I like you guys, so I’m happy to display its contents.

102_0159Get it?
Seriously though, it wasn’t smart to have all my medications laying out. Especially the Soma–which I’ve only needed a couple of nights. Think I’ll tell my doctor I don’t need it anymore. I do not enjoy taking narcotics. They do the trick though; knock me the fuck out.
I’ve never kept my medications in the bathroom. It’s a prime spot for pill heads to lock the door and take whatever they want. Instead they were kept piled up in a decorative bowl on the bar. I prefer this new storage method. I enjoy the irony. Hell, I enjoy irony, period.

–Ironic Bastard

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Too Soon?

I told her “If you want to read
we could use some words that set the mood.”
“Okay” she said, “and anyway
tonight’s your night to choose.”

So I combed the shelves and selected a tome.
She lit a candle and bombarded the room.
“One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.”
She laughed, room lightened, I did too.

 

(We did end up reading Dr. Seuss, though not for long).

 

 

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