I walk to the kitchen

grab the bottle and pour.

There really should be a sign that reads,

"you don't need anymore of me"

on my fridge.

Is it pour health?

Bad skin?

Loss of hair?

No lust for life?

I smoke much weed tonight,

and drink lots of wine.

I listen to the same music,

over and over and over.

I lived with this South American woman many years ago.

I would play her "AFTER THE GOLD RUSH"

It was my attempt to explain what beauty is...

And she would tell me "WHO IS THIS AWFUL WOMAN SINGING"

she didn't know who Neil Young is or was...

I have this old typewriter tonight that I think I am going to keep.

I said I would leave everything

but thisI might keep.

I don't know where I even got it

it's an old Underwood....

I think I found it in the trash.

You know what?

I used to type this girls name over and over and over on it,

when I was in high school.

She didn't like me.

Not at all.

I think she hated me.

I am mostly attracted to women who don't like me.

If you are interested in me, there must be something wrong with you.

It's true.

So old typewriter,

January 4th, 2015

I am going to keep you some more.

You have a dried ribbon and your platter is dried out.

Gone.

You are almost 100 years old,

and if I commit suicide,

I will use you to produce the words

to write my suicide note,

friend.

01/04/2015

Posted on 01/04/2015
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