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June 22, 2007
Seems like Iím back where I started. Same shit, different time zone.

I feel kind of like a dung beetle, rolling around my little ball of poo. I carry it with me everywhere I go. God only knows what its for. But my ball of shit, it gathers, it grows. Thereís been words written, stories unfolding. And the ball gets bigger. Maybe one day Iíll build a home out of it.

I am going somewhere. Iím building a body of work, a pool of ideas to swim in later. Yeah, same shit, different time zone. But sometimes, shit rolls uphill.