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Sometimes I worry about how little I remember about my life, how rarely I show up in photographs, how all of the people I know are only around for a few years. I’m not remembering or recording, and neither is anyone else.
I like to walk around San Jose on the weekends. I wake [...]

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Sickly Sunday, Wishing I Were Home

It’s a chilly Sunday afternoon in Santa Clara, and I am sick.  There are drunk people playing football in courtyard of Jimmy’s apartment building.  They are loud and happy, and I am tired and a little blue, so I put on my headphones.  I’m listening to a Pandora radio station I made called “Go Home.”  [...]

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Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

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Spring Morning by A.A. Milne

Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow -
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow -
Anywhere, anywhere, I don’t know
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass
If you were [...]

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change congress

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