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2023 11 December :: 11.12pm
what a fucking year.
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munkysaurus
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2023 25 October :: 11.13pm
:: Music: The National - About Today
A moment in time, grieved, for beauty's sake, loss.
Hey, Mr. Daily,
Whoa, you've changed! Mr. J no more. You've evolved into the DAILY! Dude, you're doing so good for yourself and I'm so glad you're still here with us. How's the wife and kids? Dad-bods are in. You're looking peak though.
Speaking of kids. I have one. I'm so proud of him. He's got a girlfriend and he's really good to her. He's a good kid. I'm proud of him.
That sun was too hot. I like where the river took me. Down stream. Strange means of travel to our destined places. I like where I landed. Thank you, Sun. Warmth comes from more than one source. Lessons learned through treacherous waves.
Daily, you look great, man. Time doesn't have anything on you. Let's have a shot of Woodford and talk about the good 'ol days.
Until next time, you fucking handsome bastard.
Your best.
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losrnancr
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2023 17 July :: 12.16pm
Hi, woohu.
Still here, just private.
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catatonicsean
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2023 20 January :: 8.56pm
:: Mood: morose
:: Music: Peter Schilling - Major Tom (Coming Home)
I am divorced, reduced to smoldering rubble, and I want to kill myself. I am beyond consolation, in spite of having a girlfriend who loves me, I feel small and that no one will notice me being dead.
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munkysaurus
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2021 30 October :: 12.32am
Crackle fingertips upon the edge of thought
Mr. J...J meaning journal. Did you know that "jour" is a french word for day and "nal" meaning daily, so jour-nal. Daily. You're name is really daily. Daily.
You've been a friend for so long. Good and bad. A post, 20 years ago, described in such detail--the advent of a little brother. Received by a brother who was still, himself, such a young man.
Girlfriends, you figured it out. They're people and you need to find a decent one.
We shared allegory of the fall of Icarus, aspiring and burned, falling into the torrent river. Washing downstream. They don't talk about the fate of Icarus after his fall. A fool, sure, but learned in something of value.
Well, Mr. J, you are the river now. You are the storm. The sun is your device. The world is yours.
There is nothing stopping you, the world is yours.
Rest easy, past self.
Rest.
I have you now, with tender, strong arms.
Yours, Mr. J., a gentle soul somewhere in Andy's server. You listen and carry our message.
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