nevermind luck is green i take the bowl, and say, "and so anyway, there's no such thing as too much abstinence" ... oops. what i meant to say was, just the opposite... (to paraphrase greenaway (kiss me, hard)) and so anyway the lighter would go out everytime i tried to inhale, so nothing happened anyway... ah well, bring back the first statement. 010715 ... silentbobfuckyou I wish you would just........ oh forget it. 010715 ... guitar_freak do you have the words? (no, nevermind, i have nothing to say.) 020519 ... c r 0 w l things change. we grow and evolve. i no longer need you to validate me. i love my self. and that's just it. that's what i see, but what the reality is, i'll never know, so nevermind, simply live. your throat could be slit any day. 080103 ... i dont nevermInd bLather do you have wOrds? i haVe nothing no, nevErmind do You have words? do you have wOrds? do yoU? i have nothing to say. 130119 ... Aeon_Flummox I have nothing to say 181012 ... unhinged dude...come back i've been getting phone calls from an unknown number from warren all morning and then i dig back into red a little bit and here you are 181016 ... tender_square my dad handed me the yellow plastic bag with black checkers as soon he got home from work. “this is a very mature cd, but i know you can handle it,” he said. i was nine at the time. i couldn’t order the disc through my columbia house membership, it wasn’t in their limited catalogue. i had played “unplugged in new york” thousands of times but i wanted more. it didn’t matter that the band was no longer; it didn’t matter that i missed them at their peak. dad had made a special trip to dr. disc after he left the vet’s cab office that day, just for me. back in my shared bedroom with brea, i pulled the jewel case from the bag, looked at the photo of a naked baby swimming toward a dollar bill. i ran my fingernail along the plastic shrink wrap and crumpled it into a ball inside the bag with the receipt—he'd spent $24 on it with taxes. i opened the case and carefully pulled the disc away from the mouth of teeth that held it in place. i released the button for the disc top on my boom box and positioned the cd with precision inside, to avoid scratching it. i slid the booklet from the case, noticed kurt shooting me the finger, and i unfolded it on my dresser so i could study it. i cranked the volume and pressed play. 211020 what's it to you? who go blather from