ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- texas and the reasons when this diary began, i was stumbling through the states in the hottest summer of my life, getting ready to come back home and not have a place to live, and ruminating on the many many ways to go wrong. there are so many ways to go (wrong). now, some 6o odd entries later, and god only knows how many moments of inspiration and complete depravity and all sorts of ridiculous points between, i am back in texas, again stumbling and now thinking about how the last year has spread itself out like a strange play or a semi boring, semi unfathomable novel. texas is the reason that the president's dead, and also the reason i haven't written a single one of these entries on a computer that wasn't borrowed or rented. fuck it. you need so much less, and you want so many things that you already have. trust. hope. joy. pain. truth. reality. understanding. (i want to understand it, right?). people on this tour have not only opened their homes to share the arbitrary and expected meal or anecdote. they have opened their lives to us and shown us beauty and true times, unlike any isolated and random traveling experiences i have ever encountered or really even heard of. i think when i get home i might write out a day-by-day description of the past few weeks and then stop doing this page. the summer of sweet is upon us, and leaves very little time to argue or look back. don't look back. please, don't. when i come home i will have a switchblade and no place to live, and we will dance and jump through fire, and every kiss will feel like the first and only, and for every beat of every child's heart, and in the eyes and blood of anything that matters, each will be the first and each will be the only. 10:28 a.m. - 5.16.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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