When did I meet Geo around Gainesville in summer of millennial ten? He said he'd eat a twenty dollar bill for twenty dollars. He accepted any challenge. I sat on a misplaced wooden drawer and he sat on the toilet eating the currency piece by piece.
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24. of nights
over the unIDed sceen
getting ready for the bext nest thing
7. buying grits
So is this page the pre-journal to the journal, or is there another journal that this is a tribute to? Never been right about a conspiracy but times are changing, and you know they do and you lose some.
It's pretty clear to me today. Geo is a creative mind. He fell off his bike and went into a neurointensive care unit.
First time you witness deathWhat are things in life you forget that you do not want to? And how can you.
The second time you watch a man die. The first time you watch a woman die.minor in possession
Early signs he would eventually eat a twenty dollar bill. I wonder what else he's ingested, and what he bought with that plasma money.
I wonder if I'll see him tonight.
I wonder about the last person he slept with. I wonder if I'llll..llll..ll meet someone he's slept with.
As I type this I think of The Age of Sinatra and Motorman. Might recommend to him. As I type this I read his journal, feel tender sweetness of youth, sadness of growth, of forgetting and leaving and of growing up. I think of Umbanda. I think of pain as pleasure. You have to suffer to love.
There is nothing more painful than regret.
What was Geo thinking here?
I've never been sure about the term bugaboo. A ghost is an apparition. A wraith is doomed to be pretentious forever. Let me give this away to you: They dig up his skill and find something inside of it. The protagonist dies a violent death. The love you have to find/give is manipulative. Once spent the summer lying in between kisses. She came down from Canada. I parked my dad's green truck on Collins Ave. I forgot to put change in. I didn't get a ticket. I almost crashed. We almost crashed. We almost loved. I wrote a poetic short-short flash in college, an experience I had with her in college, about how it felt to see her in line for sushi in college, how she looked like a college professor in her early twenties, didn't recognize her hair and didn't feel her vibe, how great she looked and how ugly I felt, so manny summer sessions on aim, waiting for years on end, to finally meat on the beach and let the time pass and turn to dislike each other. I wonder what Geo was thinking about.
not sure what happens here
the summer showers cuddle tenderly on my pink cheeks
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bowler hat and moustache
charlie chaplin / hitler
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llazy old lloot, our mother's ghost
roll oxytocin fantasy love
b-movie nowhere girl och whalesong tussle transparent c
I love you as you hold a beer.
I want to kiss you on top of a skateboard as you hold a beer.
ijnja yurtis cumy bbegrl
What was Geo thinking of?
