Words, stupid.

This is my drunken notebook. Things that I want to remember and wouldn't otherwise. I don't mind if people see it or ignore it. It's also silly things and observations probably better left unwritten; A repository for dad jokes, overheard gems, contradictions, short stories, hair-brained schemes and generally insane things I think of before I am really awake in the morning. Most of all, it's a collection of honest impulses collected before my conscious kicked in.

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  1. "Dear Mrs., Mr., Miss, or Mr. And Mrs. Daneeka: Words cannot express the deep personal grief I experienced when your husband, son, father, or brother was killed, wounded, or reported missing in action."
     
     
  2. "Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn, a human being; somebody who said to those near him, when his fingers would not hold a brush “tie it to my hand."
     
     
  3. "If most people were to be born twice they’d improbably call it dying-"
    — e.e. cummings
     
     

  4. Holy Roman Shrimpire Seafood Buffet

     
     
  5. "The survival of the species does nothing for the deceased."
     
     

  6. Often times, all I’ve got are my words.

     
     

  7. I think I have lived long enough to say that the contents of dreams reveal nothing about personal interests or desires; there is far too little sex and drugs in them for my tastes.

     
     
  8. "How does it feel
    To be what you sing about"
    — Jurado
     
     

  9. Stay inside, fortified.
    Terrified of falling in love with every goddamned thing/one alive outside.

     
     
  10. "I find it hard to believe that Mitt Romney has had sex five times."
    — Corey Couch