Coffee craving... every day at 3:00 pm.

No, not what would I do. I think I often (thought not always) do what I would do... I think it will be more interesting and fun to write a simultaneous fake life.

Hmmmm, a parallel life blog... what did I do? what would I have done? My fictional and my actual.. what would they look like side by side? I wonder if it would be fun or depressing.

I live in an age of moment. Everything so fast so slow. This moment falls into focus while others are lost, though possibly recorded for future viewing. Reliving the present past in the future present. I live in an age of moment, a moment where I sip my coffee and watch a Saturday morning cartoon. A moment when I pause to reflect on how little time I have to reflect if I choose leave the moment.

It's getting cold outside my window. If I blink a week will pass and I'll be frozen to my chair.

I really like the idea of this thing, and despite my rusty writing skills, I may actually give it a try next year.

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it was one
      9 hours deep
      past snooze
some days it's hard
pushing past exaustion

The blurr is actually my cat's whiskers when she was nosing around my camera as it took the picture.

ongoing goings on gone ongoing gone distracted

not since i've smoked
have i coughed so reliably
the breath
    tickle caught
           a moment
the question of will
it go softly
   hung a moment 
        harsh release
        bent over
is it over

i don't miss my smoker's cough

burnt out
too many people
too much talk
booze driven
fun but

an end
i need sleep
i need quiet
i need to flow
through my habits

i'm not 20 anymore
that life is no longer mine

morning drifting Saturday rise
rushing rolling lazing urge
coffee and danish
animated memory
nothing

i feel good

Snooze button repeate, sometimes the sweetest sleep, but hell hard to ass rise. Today is a day, and it's one of those, a slow motor day... tortoise mode... I'm out of it...

Was supposed to be 365 days, but it's hard taking your picture right when you wake up. Bit a of a shoddy job though, some pictures aren't supposed to be there, and some are out of order.

Skin cut to muscle, muscle tight to bone, from elbows over bladed flow of back, tight hipped well formed and utterly beautiful woman. I bite my lip.