Stray Writings

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(06/13/08)

anxiety anxiety anxiety…ever present, coming down the highway at a great clip, spewing flames from its thoughtless exhaust, eating up the pavement below it and drinking in the rain it has permeated, oh anxiety anxiety, a land of demons and incomprehensible sadness and madness and inability to even describe it, so why try?, why try?…it’s cathardic, it’s better than hitting yourself in the head with you own hand (which I have done) or a can of tuna (which I have yet to do)…and my favorite thing, the great folly of this whole thing, is people who don’t understand anxiety trying to quell it, it’s kind of cute actually, and I can’t say I blame them, because how are they to know, really, how are they to know or even REASON with someone who is so far past reason he’s run out of gas…so yes, anxiety, think about it sometime, and love it and drink it up and try to understand (I’m looking at myself here) that it doesn’t come very often any more but when it does, it’s a fucking ride and man you should ride it through the night, hold onto its reigns but remember you don’t get a saddle and if you fall, well that’s the equivalent of breathing during one of these maddening episodes…
but I love and love and love them no matter what…and they are like rare art, I appreciate it when it comes around.

Kevin Crispin
What do you think is up to my right in the picture? A cob web? Probably a cob web. Or maybe it's my Beatles records on top of my air conditioner. It's certainly not fresh, new wainscoting.

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