bayou amite, where the wasp stings hurt extra bad.

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take a number
and stand in the line that never moves-


the only ones chosen are the ones that leave

this is what's up

i think i might hit up a bunch of whiskey and pills on my lunchbreak, thereby solidifying a no-job status from now until the 25th.

i'd almost forgotten about this book

katherine reminded me about it the other day. it was so great.
"what's everything?"

...for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes...

pictures from an afternoon in the helicopter with brad.
the farm and my grandmother's house, 4-Zs, the zaunbrecher pool, and a few other spots along the route from new iberia to rayne.

home no more

i was brought up in a house where some things that never need to matter, mattered.

but where everything that should matter, mattered.

the former i'm (still) teaching myself to get over- the latter, i take with me and am thankful for.



ha! found this today(sunday, 1 August)
reminded me of my post on the exact same day.
nice to know my thoughts were running somewhat parallel to raymo.
I scurried, and I'm not sorry I did, but I must have tucked their lessons into the back of my mind, a cache of wisdom to be opened at my leisure.

wherever you go

there you are