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No Promises.

"I can't explain what I mean.
And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it."
J.D. Salinger, Catcher In The Rye

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If I can be an example of getting sober

Then I can be an example of starting over

Having a little too much fun trying out the new features on Google hangout. So typical. 

P.S. Call me crazy, but I always thought the Devil’s fiddle solo was the better of the two in The Devil Went Down to Georgia.

Having a little too much fun trying out the new features on Google hangout. So typical. 

P.S. Call me crazy, but I always thought the Devil’s fiddle solo was the better of the two in The Devil Went Down to Georgia.

The sad truth is that the truth is sad.

The sad truth is that the truth is sad.

Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you’ve made.”


—Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

My life story or whatever.

My life story or whatever.

“Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.”

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.”

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

—Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

Il était une fois, il avait l’habitude de m’écrire des poèmes.

the mane attraction

the mane attraction

Paycheck finally came through. Back to the land of the living.

Paycheck finally came through. Back to the land of the living.

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