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Name: Grant
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Abilene
Birthday: 5/4/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Daughters, Mare, Kayo Dot, Hrsta, Coughs, Black Eyes, Black Keys, Botch, These Arms Are Snakes, Harkonen, Roy, Asobi Seksu, The Locust, Holy Molar, An Albatross, A Silver Mt. Zion, Octopus Project
Expertise: Sleeping.
Watching cartoons.
Reading.
Listening to music.
Eating.
I'm a real gem of a contribution to functioning society.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  genericguy05
Member Since:
5/7/2005
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| The wind outside feels like an ocean-breeze. Rum for breakfast, and I can't seem to fall asleep. Just a rolled cigarette and the too-sweet after taste of Sailor Jerry's straight.
I think it might be coming in from the Gulf and my hair is a tangle standing out at the sides while the one sun-flower that has sprouted in the front yard sways and touches the rocks laid around it.
I heard Justin leave for work where he will move sheet rock slabs while I try to go to sleep and end up smoking more out front. I want a Czechvar next to wash out the coconut-flavored syrup congealing my mouth and mingling with the taste of blood that comes in every time I inhale.
My granddad on my dad's side was an Okie that stayed throughout the dust-bowl and I've been having chronic nose-bleeds for the past two days that I've been chasing with rolled cigarettes and rum and beer. I wonder "What did he eat?" "Pone?" "Fried dough?" The sunflower used to just have one blossom, but now it has four.
The first one has withered up into a black, crusted conche now, though.
I need to get a recorder and I only go to McDonald's for breakfast on Sunday mornings because it always feels like a road-trip that I know won't happen.
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| I'd make a good 1950's housewife. Cook, do the dishes, clean up the house (kind of), then sit at home while drinking a whiskey sour, waiting for the kiddo's to get back.
I just need an apron and chatty neighbor who leans over the fence to trade gossip or some shit.
(Not from tonight, but still, kind of works, right?)
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| Just finished running around in my underwear with my room mate in the rain, it was fun. Had some more fun scaling up onto our roof naked in the pneumonia rain, trying to smoke a cigarette from the shelter of our second-story's roof. Didn't work out so well, but what the hell, right?
Nice to be back in Abilene after Lubbock. It's interesting that I leave home thinking, "Glad to be going back home[Abilene]."
Never thought I'd think it.
I have this aunt in Abilene that has this house made out of a doll collection and cat-scratching polls. It makes me wish I was good at photography. I want to document it and it's progression to insane amounts of sentimentality mixed with simply being alone.
I also want to draw a thousand friendly ghosts with charcoals (and covered with a non-stick preservative) cavorting about my walls. Weeeeeeeeeeeee spring break.
Night.
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Seriously, it looks like she should have lightening coming out of her finger-tips.
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