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by the jesus year
our selves have deep roots. we bend
more before breaking.

enthusiasm, if not brilliance

About to eat more
leftover fried chicken from
brunch at Screen Door. YAY!

new year

So far two thousand
ten is wet sun outdoors, books,
coffee, learning, hope.

discouraged

sometimes I wonder
why even put yourself out
there. this is too hard.

Experience

It doesn't all need
to go online. Some stays in
my head, my journal.

luck: not dead, again, still

Took time to savor
the view from the Fremont Bridge,
tow truck on its way.

take that, tumor!

I'm going to live
forever. Or--well--at least
forever enough.