4-12-97

(Another short one from the ’97 vault. I was living in Lawrence at this time. Lots of fun. Lots of drunken writing also. This one is tolerable amidst piles of garbage I have sifted through tonight.)   Fear — so strange. Society instills… Society accepts… Fear.   Which is worse: Death or Fear of Death?

9-05-97

Truth. (Back to purging through old materials. It is painful to see how much some of my old stuff sucked, but this is quite a cathartic experience looking at pieces of whatever was going on in my head at that time. Regardless of the good and/or bad, its part of where I am at now.

“Clock Work” (excerpt)

He wasn’t the healthiest guy in the world. Every morning, he had trouble functioning unless he had a Camel Light with his coffee and a Bloody Mary to follow; he considered the Bloody Mary his breakfast since it was made with V-8. Cold sores. That was it. I guess I had forgotten how painful those