Posts Tagged ‘diary’

“I’ve jumped on packing like a missionary on a sex grenade.”


“The only failure I will accept is death.”


“It probably helped that I looked like a longshoreman, with my wool hat, broken sunglasses and dark coat.”


“- the buckle just came off. In retrospect, I might have been able to repair this, but I had already thrown it in a trash bin in front of the police station at 7:15 this morning,”


“Why can’t I talk shirtsleeves? No, it’s all good.”


“Jesus, I really was emotionally fragile for about three years. Christ.”


Norah Jones is a sweet siren. I am a wrecking ball. The future is uncertain, as Jim Morrison often says, and the end is always near. _______________________________________________



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