fucking feckless

out there, three twelve in the am, ’twas clear and quite dark, i wonder now if the streetlight was out? the storm had passed and left its world gleaming in repose. me? eh.

i was in the middle of remembering santa cruz nineteen seventy nine, maybe eighty, green dodge challenger, green heineken bottles, sammy hagar singing there’s a crack in the world, which i found quite profound at the time.

i am as tired as i’ve ever been but won’t sleep till i finish ftping this thing here and change the settings and wrapping a weblog around this URL. alice cooper is singing eighteen in my head so i set jackson browne in after him, and all’s, well, very fucking weird.

i’m bored with myself.

oh, right — there was something else. mm. it was like, oh yeah, i stole this design from myself and i wasn’t even done, is that fucking feckless or what?

thought so.

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