First of all, you must buy the new Wilco album...Sky Blue Sky...it's like being in love, and high, without paranoia, sitting on a beach and watching the sunset, with possibly one of your favorite people there with you...or being in love with being high. Es muy bonita...
It's nice to sit alone and think sometimes, but sometimes I do it too much. And sometimes...the devil creeps in and starts his subversive dancing. Luckily, I've developed a big bruising bouncer that will usher him out when he gets all too real and out of hand. A good friend told me that my thoughts were visceral and real. Like jumping into a cold, clear pool after boiling in the running heat...wash the salt off. But it's mostly just a geyser of bullshit. I've learned in recent years a very efficient way to cleanse myself of such thoughts of piercing uncertainty...and insanity to a degree. Maybe cleanse isn't the right word, but moreso manage. It's a pretty refined process now, and it only gets more practiced and proficient as time goes on. Like when I deal with issues of envy or denial or disallowance. You just remind yourself when times get too intense (as they often do with me) that there's always an upswing. Being patient and managing that shit is the key. Just wait...it gets better.
One of my friends, whom I consider a brother, just found out that he's going to be a father. This venture into fatherhood was not planned.
Diminutive and trivial are my doubts.
*insert veiled reference to some girl*
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when things get too intense for me i have learned to go watch the video of Sammy and his light saber.
it's the simple things in life...
Sammy's light saber is cathartic. So is watching him knock his fucking teeth out falling into a chair because he's so drunk he can't get verb/noun agreement correct.
And farts. Farts help too.
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