| this xanga is dead.
i hardly update anyway. |
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| ok. that fall yesterday was not a fall.
today, i had me a fall.
note to anybody with a longboard...the hill on piermont ave, coming under the bridge from nyack is baaaad news.
how bad? flying off your board at 20 mph and sliding three feet on your face bad.
so yeah. i look like shit. and my ass hurts.
and im going to bed. |
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| so yesterday i fell off my board and hit my head.
i slept from 130am to 320pm
when i woke up and rolled over, it took a while for the image that my eyes were producing to line up with what i was supposed to see
my vision is..questionable
my reaction time is pretty damn bad
i keep on falling over.
yesterday was also fortunato's 18th birthday.
so my question to myself is:
do i have a concussion, or a hangover?
either way, i feel like i should stay off of my board for a while. or at least wear a helmet. im still kinda upset about either outcome..é una bellissima giornata e non voglio sprecarlo. forse posso riposo fuori sull'erba. almeno spero..
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and we were done done done
with all the fuck fuck fuckin around..
[ yesterday was also the last day of school. ] |
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| "the world drinks
like the world breathes.
so either learn to drink...
or stop breathing."
--the solidum sisters
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ummm...yeah. goooood weekend. |
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| ice age heat wave, can't complain.
if the world's at large, why should i remain?
walked away to another plan
gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
i move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way.
went to the porch to have a thought.
got to the the door and again i couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.
Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?
The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head to the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The day's get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.
I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't got anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.
I know that starting over is not what life's all about.
But my thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth.
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