Today I am wearing maroon socks and my poet hat.
I haven't eaten much of anything in several days (partly because of stress, mostly because of poverty)
I am overdrawn at the bank and everyday I am 33 dollars more overdrawn. By the time I get paid on Friday, my entire paycheck will not cover the fees.
I want to move. I might real soon.
I love my girlfriend. I want her to be my wife.
I want a cigarette.
I want to wrestle a bear.
I want.
I am working on getting published again.
I am halfway through a new painting. It might have elephants on it by the time I am done.
I am producing an art show, but am frustrated by how flaky artists are.
I am wearing maroon socks.
I am wearing my poet hat.
I have nothing to do today but dream.
9:22 a.m. - 2009-04-27
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