her name here

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the warrior

i think you want me to be smart and have insights and things that are clever and as good as milch or stoppard. but i am not that good. i don't remember how to write. and also how to live has deserted me. i am not the same. i am somehow gone. tiny voices nudge me to some preservation, but i don't really care anymore.

i want so bad to write.

man falls down

this old looking hobo with a shopping cart was crossing the street and the wheels of the cart got tripped up in the streetcar tracks. the cart overturned and all the bottles spilled out all over the intersection. the guy was trying to right the cart all wrong and more bottles kept spilling out. the people on the corners were watching his struggle. when the light changed i crossed the street and went to get a coffee.

benediction

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let's get it up

- you used to think about fucking. now i don't get you.

-- give me a break. i was in the divorce.

- you think you can hang on to fucking being young but dude you are fucking sleeping in.

-- thanks man. thanks