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About 9 months ago, I gave up driving. I had left my truck parked for a month to see if I could and then sold it. It felt like a womderfully liberating thing I was able to do for the environment and to protest global oil imperialism.

Next tuesday is an inservice day at school. I have a Monday night class that is over after the last train for Seattle leaves. I would love to be able to go up to see a certain yummy bootblack for the night. If I had a car, I could.

I am thinking about buying me a cheap hoopty at some point. Selling out for bootblack love.

For drewbearsf

The school I work for is so cool....

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A Dream Revisited


The windows shatter vertical
A dream?
(perchance to sleep)
This house constructed
Cerebral and concrete

He stands at a view
Disrupted
By lines disaster
And needs of new
Forming webs connected
To pasts and futures
But never presents

The mind is a terrible thing to visit
When it governs in darkness
And breathing regular
Would you like to play a game?

I’ll bleed into these walls for you
I’ll sacrifice my will for you
I’ll tire of all that soon, my love
And return to you surrendered

Work that comment corner!

Oh yeah.... and a new user pic

And yet another post...

Note to boundry-challenged soul-sucking pits of emotional neediness:

Just because I am unable (or unwilling) to give you what you want, when you want it does not mean that I am a toxic person, an asshole, or selfish. It simply means that your desires, needs, wants, or whatever are not going to be met by me at this particular moment. It's not personal. Grow up and figure out a way to help yourself. Do not dump all of your needs on me and then rage when I don't act the way you want me to. I too am a person with my own needs and agenda and unlike you, I am busy taking responsibility for them. I don't have time to subjugate them to deal with your drama filled, I-am-the-only-person-on-Earth-who's-needs-matter, self centered demands. Deal with it.

I mean damn.. I don't even really know you in real-life.... If my failure to respond to your instant message in Bear 411 that says "Woof! Come over and fuck me!!" in the way you want causes you to have such a gut-wrenching, rage filled blow out where you proceed to "Tell me who I am" and call me names, then I hardley think we'd actually get along in real life. Get therapy. Hell.. Get meds.

That is all.

Thank you.