[6:14 a.m.] : [2003-07-01]

i can't quite find a lyrical accompaniment... of course i am not sure what i want to say here. working nights is interesting, the time frame i keep puts me in as the sun is setting and turns me out as it is coming up. the quality of light is the same as i enter as when i leave the parking lot and then it goes in the reverse as i drive home as it was when i went in. if i didn't leave the store to take my brake at one a.m. i could loose track of the fact that there is even a night anymore, i am having a damn hard time just keeping track of the days. i listened to archers of loaf last night, and before that candlebox. yesterday morning before bed i was listening to sara mcclaughlin(i'm sure i spelled that wrong) and i woke up to cathering wheel. all of which chosen to fit a mood lyricaly and musically so there is plenty i could use i just can't settle i spoke with her last night, got a lot out in the open. i got so used to indirectly beating around the bush with one ex that i just laps to that mode just about always. i forgot how open i could actually be with her though, it was nice, it feels like it's been a long time... maybe it has. i don't blink all to often so everything just runs together i spoke with my dad this morning, his father was diagnosed with prostate cancer two days ago now. more test are being done to establish more information about it. The anchors have setlled, the tanks are full level. The flag has been raised half-mast on the bow. And harpoons are loaded, the cage has been lowered. The mask's on, the diver is down, now. And they're chumming the oceans. The signal is sent I think he's in trouble. The water is red, red, red, red.

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