not waving but drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

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dave said

You won't melt unless someone throws a bucket of water on you.

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satan burger

Richard Stein's first paragraph was: "The main thing that keeps the gun away from your head is thirteen hundred bottles of bourbon, eight hundred bottles of vodka, three hundred bottles of gin, two thousand bottles of rum, six cups of everclear, and four hundred twenty-two bottles of southern comfort during the course of a lifetime; but any more than that and you'll be considered an alcoholic. Richard Stein was considered an alcoholic."

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montana

apparently flying makes me sleepy, specifically take off. four flights, four naps completely through take off. i remember when i used to be so excited about flying. now it's like, meh, when we gonna be there. the last flight was bumpy. the turbulence tossed that little plane around like a toy. i slept through most of it.

tomorrow autumn arrives and we start the long road trip home. hopefully i'll have time to scavenge up some breakfast before she gets here. i'm staying in this little hotel in billings and i didn't get a chance to look around on the way over.

i can say this, when there's a baby on a plane that will not stop crying, the flight attendants should pass out complementary tequila shots. i had my music cranked WAY up and i could still hear the little bastard. all i kept thinking was "haven't those parents ever heard of benadryl?" jesus. that was fucking ridiculous.it took everything i had not to scream SHUT IT UP.

screaming babies, ugh, being in montana, yay.

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sweet gwen

it's your birthday. you were wasted. i thought you were sleeping it off in your car but when i left the bar, your car wasn't there. since you only live a whopping half mile away, i drove past your house to make sure you made it home. i went in (you never lock the door) i found you in your bedroom, very still, too still. i put my head on your chest to make sure you were breathing. i heard your heart. i removed the drink, the open jar of peanut butter and the box of cereal from your bed and left them all on your nightstand. i pulled out my sharpie and left this on your chest: "i came to check on you. happy birthday, miss you much, g." i was going to write gwen but when i got to g you stirred and put your hand on your chest. i giggled and kissed your forehead and left. i got a message from my roommate soon after saying YOU ARE NOT HOME. when i got home she had keys in hand ready to go search for me. i don't think anyone would have ever found me there. not by a long shot. but i also don't think i could have slept tonight not knowing it you made it home safely or not. glad you did.

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about last night

i only took photos of neblett. he was in my wedding dress. it was hilarious.

ken came over. i win.

grace guarded dave while he was passed out on the couch.

i put ryan in my highschool prom dress (junior year). it was awesome.

when viewing a flaccid penis, i'm able to accurately tell you the size of it hard.

i steal something from jacques everytime i see him.

i got locked in the bathroom with griff.

my neighbor passed out in my bed but then ended up passed out in kate's bed and neither of us could figure that out.

the roof is a metaphor for my life.

i have very little tolerance for angry people.

at 4:30 a.m. i went out to speak to one of lafayettes finest without a shirt on. he told me that people needed to go home. i told him they were WAY too drunk to drive and that i would just bring them inside. he seemed to think that was a better idea. i passed out soon after.

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heather said

you give me hope that i can be older and hot and i love you for that.


(we may or may not have been half naked playing strip dominoes at the time)

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kylie said

Gwen, will you ever settle down again?

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my epitaph

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rambling

I've been organizing the art studio. It's starting to look like a righteous space now. This consoles me. I got into the attic yesterday and it brought back so many memories of when Mike lived here and when I moved to Portland. It was nice, not melancholy like I thought it should be. I bought a new pair of gloves and started cleaning out the flowerbeds. In the end I took them off and got dirt under my nails. It felt good to dig in the ground and connect with the earth like that. I miss connection. I miss feeling like I'm doing something important, taking care of things. I can't keep track of the days, they all just blur into one long continuum. I drink and laugh and smoke too much. I forget to eat. I don't keep track of how little I sleep because it would concern me if I did. I want to paint but the canvas just stares back at me with no ideas and I have trouble writing anything interesting. I listen to Pandora everyday, spend an inordinate amount of time with my dog and dress myself according to what looks clean on the bedroom floor. I gave up on trying to be hygienically clean, dare I say I have come down to the cleaning level of most boys I know. My mother would cringe but I'm really ok with it. I have trouble making decisions about skin tone or what to read next or dinner. I enjoy visiting with my neighbors. I like my job way too much. I need to clean my car but not today (and yes I've been saying that for months now!)

The sky is beautiful right now and little puffy seeds are floating about like snowflakes. I think I'll go out.

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