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+: hungover diaries
+
+0734 wake up go back to sleep
+0800 alarm. ding. text girlfriend. sleep.
+0805 alarm. ding
+0810 alarm. i'm up i read articles about the spanish (i think) football
+     president or whatever forcibly kissing a player and getting booted from
+     football itself (they can do that?). it was hyperlinked from a
+     web3isgoinggreat site or whatever. neato.
+0830 regretting things i messaged people last night but also some of what i
+     messaged was really sweet. hemingway was right
+0840 kettle on stove water in pot heat in burner
+0845 pouring green tea. before this also i unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher
+     because we forgot to do it last night (can you guess why)
+0850 timer's up, add milk (oat), consider adding vodka, no trin that's why that
+     fucker from maine still owes you $80
+0900 check bus time tables, sit down, play some angry birds on the 3ds. why was
+     angry birds on the 3ds? we were watching jacksfilms and one of the skits
+     had angry birds in it
+0910 start writing
+
+I am not extremely hungover because I drank a shit ton of water last night,
+probably 2-3 liters. I also never really blacked out or did things that were
+against my inhibitions. But I also didn't drink a whole lot anyway.
+
+While drinking last night I was overcome with waves of joy so intense I
+collapsed and couldn't help myself laughing and rolling on the ground, feeling
+the vinyl floor underneath my back.
+
+I've finished my tea and it was really good so I'm making another one. I put
+four tea bags in my pocket so I could make green tea at work too.
+
+really the lilies on the ocean floor
+would drown in the salt of the churning sea shore
+the tide would come swallow the petals in foam
+and draw lily petals away from their loam
+
+if i had a mill'on and ni-ne-ty two
+dollars i'd hide them in calcified tombs
+wooden and brass chests buried on the beach
+so i could suffocate my slow-rottin peach
+
+and all of the lillies in under the sea
+and all of the flowers drowning in the deep
+and all of the orchids awash in the waves
+and all of the fruits of the labors of slaves
+
+and all of the gold buried in the ocean
+and all of the riches hoarded from their friends
+and all of the rockets that reach for the stars
+and terraformed rocks glowing red from afar
+
+the rich and the few terrorize many who
+would rather send riches so far from the view
+of innocent bunches collected for quite
+an innocent task, helping others get by
+
+for where there's no gold there's no greed any all
+for where there's no wine there's no fight any all
+for where there's no load there's no weight any all
+for where there's no pain there's no death any all
+
+really the beauty that lounges in calm
+dissappears when there is conflict in the song
+really the beauty that i've tried to save
+rots in its darkness until it's too late
+
+if i had a million and ninety two
+dollars i'd find and kill those bastards who
+have more money than i and keep it on lock
+then i'd burn it and then i'd bury myself
+
+in oil and then i'd fly myself away
+to a hot red rock in the middle of space
+just to ensure that the ashes themselves
+are kept from those who would remake my lived hell
+
+
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