Do you like pomegranates, Will?
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Do you like pomegranates, Will?
More than you could know.
Someone’s knocking at the door...
Do me a favor and let ‘em in.
In case anything happens, my words are being archived elsewhere.
Birthday.
I've lost track of things here. There are no seasons, really, and time separates itself differently here. The vacationing hoards fluctuate. Well, not during the recent hurricane. I poke fun at him, having his passions run as high as the storms when he has reason to. Seems like there's always a reason these days. He's asleep now beside me. Even in his sleep his face betrays his passions. I don't know what to do. Maybe I'm getting old. Maybe I've lost one too many pints of blood. I'm losing the feeling for once in my life. I'm not tied to visions of blood and violence. I'm tied to grease and sun and a man. A man I wished out of blood and violence. I guess birth is bloody and violent. Why shouldn't rebirth be?
Flyfishing.
Theanglerfly.
Hannibal...
brownham stickers i’ll have at AX !
Quiet nights Dying stars Receding shoreline Humid breath And a sweaty glass of whiskey.
I see you
What do you see?
There is an itch and a thirst and all I can muster up is a "Fuck off."
An entry
An uneventful birthday, save for the cake and ice cream. I'm still alive, the ocean keeps roiling outside my window. The warmth never leaves me. An uneventful birthday. It's all I could ever hope for.
What brings you here? Why am I here?
This is ourselves...
I'm still here. Where are you?
My friend’s female Harris Hawk coming to the glove at the 2015 North American Falconer’s Association meet.
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Any regrets, Mr. Graham?
I only wish I could share Paul Anka’s sentiments on the matter of regrets.
I try not to fall into the trap of asking what-if’s, I should-a’s…
But I can say this for sure: I regret losing Beverly. I don’t think I can ever let that go. My nightmares haven’t.