Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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It is 4:48 PM late Wednesday afternoon here in Michigan. The sun is shining and it is 78 degrees presently. It did not rain today (it could rain tonight?).

I have had a quiet day wandering the house, reading my books, and writing in my paper diary. Soon my wife will get up to get ready to go back to work. It seems nothing really changes from one day to the next. The same dust that is on my desk is the same dust that was on that same desk 28 years ago. Everything is covered here inside this house with dust. I am sure there people around me who dust at the sight of dust. I saw our next door neighbor last night power washing his sidewalks. I bet there is no dust anywhere in their little puny lives. There will be dust on their bodies when they are buried in the ground. Dust to dust is the fate of all of mankind. How to completely get rid of dust? I find our neighbors constant battle with dust tragic.

I just got delivered to our door by UPS a used book I had ordered titled, 'Publish The Book-The Unbelievable True Story Of How I Wrote, Sold, And Published This Very Book' A Premature Memoir by Stephen Markley. I have been reading since last Sunday Markley's novel, 'Ohio'.

So this day goes by in a sick sticky fever. I hope I begin to feel whole again. This coming Saturday our granddaughter Cora Leigh gets baptized in a local Catholic Church.

I keep thinking about that last video I made for my Youtube channel. Why do I always paint myself to be so ugly? So messed up? Why can't I just set forth a false image of myself? Why show the world my warts? why show viewers my failure to conform to the world of the living Dead. It is all beyond me this obsession to be real in a dead world.

Carol is getting up and I need to go make a fresh pot of coffee for her.

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