the outer worlds.
October 17th, 2006
Its true, the years have not been kind to me.
I’ve seen thing, things no man should have to see.
You hear that? That’s the sound of the world’s smallest violin.
I was sick. I was down. I bin down.
I’m trying. I’m trying. I’m trying. I’m trying. I’m trying. I’m trying. I will try.
I left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet somewhere
my horse has a cold
My head is cutting circles
I have my hundred carpenters my own
I really don’t have anything to say. I’ve just run out of things to say. There’s nothing but mental post-it notes left. – at the moonbase across the road I watched them unload of a truck a tracked, earth-digger thing—without ramps. It’s possible to be quite creative with one of those things, using the digger as one big arm, the way a gorilla uses two arms.
