Memories of how I slowly became deranged into an eccentric human being.

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  • TroostAvenue on Nov 6, 2009

    So, I’m the first to comment. Is that a privilege or is it just that nobody ever comments on your stuff as you said. Damn, that sounds like something you might have said. Or maybe I said it because we’re Triond friends and that is what Triond friends do. Anyway, I find it fascinating that you can ramble on like that in kinda free flowing thought. I couldn’t do that in prose. Maybe in poetry though. Haven’t figured out yet if it is you that is strange of just the stuff you write, or both, or neither. But don’t stop talking. I will because it’s the middle of the night and I need some sleep for another big day tomorrow of lying on my back till my back heals enough to do something better they lying on my back writing to strange people and writing poetry. There, see, I can ramble on if I want to. Take care. SP (street person)

  • Silent Whistle on Nov 6, 2009

    Yeah man. Solidarity.

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