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I hate the secret sucker punches one receives in life but what’s worse is the shadow punches. The ones we never knew were coming.

a ship and muddy water

today it’s like the river’s full of twiny twiggs

hindering every forward motion i attempt

and eventually i grow tired

and I simply come to to a stop…

the ship’s purpose is important

but as the captain I just want to abandon ship.

the path smooth for oh so long

and most days it bears the same reseblance

but the day’s completion is something i could care less for

Taylor’s Industrial Maximum Strength Lube

bailums:

i got pranked at work tonight.

no, the grinder was not broken. and no, we didn’t need to get lubricant from Buffington’s to fix it. and no, Taylor’s Industrial Maximum Strength is not even a real brand.

its an acronym.

for Tim’s Lube.

i went to the bar and asked for Tim’s lube. and Tim was there…and so were just about all my other friends that work there.

good job, Chris and John. you got me. you got me good.

BOO-YAH, and you said it couldn’t happen to you with people at the Buff. muah- hahaha

Up to late

Invariably this happens, I have to be up early in the morning, and the desire/inspiration to write rears its glorious head. I have been writing quite a bit here lately, but its mostly been slightly depressing, or better worded, bittersweet. Mostly things about a girl that broke my heart, or troubles with each day, or approaching full blown adulthood and being scared to death of that whole situation; then realizing that that’s life, no matter how many people say it, it can still be a tough surprise. This is not my best worded post I know but its the surface of what I’m feeling right now. So welcome to the shallow, I’m still penning the deep end.