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written by owen on 2019-Jan-21.

It all begs the question of whether you can love something so much that you let it kill you; reach into your soul and expose you to a hell that you cannot climb out of? Sea of water in a glass from which you cannot drink. It is some kind of obsession or flaw in the human state. The pursuit for the external is never ending. A rabbit hole that is a lifetime deep. A tree that touches the clouds. Does it matter? No one knows. The answer is blowing it the wind.

I had to give my long time barber instructions last Sunday because he kept under cutting my hair. I do not like him enough to want to see him every weekend. So I do not get why he insists on leaving so much hair on my head when I am clearly not trying to grow an afro. As soon as I go to bed my hair girl goes wild and its like I never went to the bar. I had to put a stop to it. I do not care if his kids go hungry.

This is my first entry for 2019. I have so much to do this year that I do not know if I will survive. If you got money I want some. All I can do is hope, pray and keep writing I guess. One thing is certain; hell is deep and wide.

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  1. I want money too. Happy New Year!

    by Jam 2019-Jan-22 

  2. Happy New Year to you too!

    by owen 2019-Jan-23