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Your gravestone is shored up. With a block of wood. The tree that sheltered you all that time. Lies have been told about your last night. On your 26th deathaversary there was gin. And too much of everything. I smoked other peoples cigarettes. Kissed a stranger and had an argument. There is no proper ritual to attend. The ghost I do not believe in.

A blog following my musical activities. My new wind chime is going to be a couple bars across with cans hanging down to create sounds. I had to create a song based on random sounds. I was working on this song before the project was even due. C I would have a bunch of plastic forks or spoons making up the nucleus. These items within the nucleus would not.

Everyone always said the house was haunted. Rising from the curb across the street, she tossed away the cigarette and strode right up to the Creole mansion, its pillars supporting growth and bloom like huge tomato cages. Somewhere besides in her own life. The one who would always be.

Music, futbol, moleskines, roadies, and memories. Seeing someone who is equally as excited to see you. Actually completing your homework quickly without procrastinating too much, and then sleeping on time. When your friend shares a generous amount of food with you. Starting a new journal with new stationery. I really fucking love my job.