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| the word worth knowing. the only word worth knowing. needing some inspiration i read some entries from aaron weiss's journal on his band's website. needing some response i sought this website. easily bothered by what i read and what i do, i felt ugly inside. aaron said he was hitchhiking in the rain with a friend in lithuania wrapped in a tarp "like a halloween horse." they ate lunch with monks near catholic holy ground and decided alleluia may be the only word worth knowing. i don't want to type, i want to write. and if i write perhaps i only should write, as a duty, that which concludes and exhumes hallelujah from "this grave of a body." given to the troublesome mind i mentioned earlier on top of being given to a type of gnosticism i despise the natural and wish to only be spiritual. to dissipate into something wholly good and inconceivably righteous. but not of me, i hope to be immersed.
and i want a halloween horse.
oh can i really want at all. acquire. but i do desire. and i don't make any sense.
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| The mournful cry of the doleful dachshund, much like that of a dejected beagle or a dispirited basset hound. BARROOOOOOOOO. It is the sound my heart makes. BARROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Melissa is in Chicago and I am in a state of disrepair. I need her. Good gracious, it's a fetish. I have had a full weekend though. My grand friends have treated me like a true companion and I feel quite a bit more at home in Omaha. But this town isn't the same to me without miss Missa. Even while living here she has been my only true connection to Omaha. I feel a little sheepish to say I am a tad lost without her. Well, more than a tad I suppose. But I am reverting back. I am recalling what it is to be alone. Not lonely, but alone and contented. Contented and inspired. Not that Melissa is a distraction. Through her I receive some of my truest and most eloquent inspiration. It is only that this weekend I have been able to return to a place where I can tap illumination without the present source if that makes any sense whatsoever.
It has been a road. And a long one at that. Four days ago Melissa and I had been engaged for ten months. I fear I have angered people who read this. People who read this and want to know about more than engagementness or marital this-that's. Do not be distressed. I just have nothing more to offer. It makes me happy so I am not distressed.
Grace and Distressedlessness
brandonpiercegeary
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| The past year, more than any other time in my life, has provided truly fascinating and genuine fodder for writing. Yet my pen, dry as corn flakes, is keeping its distance from the page. How sad. My Bunny and my Honey comfort me. I was lying awake last night deciding what to write today. I thought about dry things and corn flakes or bones were all that came. How inspired.
Melissa and I are going to Canada but Northwest Airlines no longer is. Starting sometime in early June no NWA flights will go to Canada any more. Sucks to their ass-mar. And to ours for a little bit. But I did the husbandly-to-be thing and called a half-dozen people and got it straightened out. Almost. I really want the original rate we had. It was outrageous, but only slightly less than the other flights we had found. So goes it.
In seventeen days I return to Ohio. Much to do, much to do. I mean it really feels close. Melissa and I have been furniture shopping. We bought a trunk and brought an antique dining table and rocking chair from her parents' house. The apartment looks livable not merely inhabitable. We're moving in the right direction. But now, what to do about these walls. And boxes. I hate throwing away cardboard boxes. What if I have to ship something? What if I need a box? We all need boxes now and again. I can't part with them. I just can't.
"Bless this house and a heart so savage"
brandonpiercgeary
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| I almost always feel better when I shave. Cleanse. Smile, repeat.
Melissa and I attended a conference intended to strengthen marriages. It took place last weekend and believe you me, I have never been more enthused about marrying this grand masterwork of beauty and grace. It has been clearly evidenced by how her and I have been communicating since that something more than just good times took place. We are rearranging. And arranging the most magnificent party Omaha has ever seen. Blim Blam.
Every time I write on here now I want to say something to the tune of:
"it has been nice to speak with all of my Ohio friends lately"
"I miss Ohio and the people therein"
"My friends, my friends of Ohio and beyond, please know how much you mean to me"
"Ohio is my heartland"
but something about it seems cliche. I don't know. Maybe I'm just being picky. I don't my friends in Ohio to think I am just throwing them a bone. I truly, madly, deeply miss them and the warmth from their hearts and hearths. April 27 Melissa and I will be donning our magic umbrellas and flying to you, Ohio. Prepare thyself.
Grace and Peacebrandonpiercegeary
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