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Table

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I moved that old table from the overgrown yard of junk out of the yard and cleaned it the best I could in the fading daylight. It was covered in rotting pears and dirt. 

Now I will have a place to sit and read or drink coffee or just be.

It needs a candle and probably a big umbrella to guard it from the rains that are sure to start any week now; but it's the start of another project to make this place ever more magical. 

 

As Of Late

  1. I still need to find a couch for my apartment.
  2. I have been trying to have better control of my attention span.   
  3. I'm ready for the weather to be at least 15 degrees cooler.
  4. The sunsets in Portland have been awesome. 
  5. There's a lot of James Franco talk. That makes me happy. I like his eyes and smile. 

Are You Sure? Yes. Okay. Proceed.

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  • I'm no angel, but I'm no devil either.
  • I'm a little slow in my head.
  •  My head is a mess, but my heart has good intent.
  •  I write words. I sing songs.
  • I'm a bastard of hope and rock n' roll. 
  • I can't remember where reality ends and fiction begins. 
  • I want to explore and learn as much as I can about the world and the creatures in it. 
  • My favorite friend is Smoggie Catt.
  • I am A.B. Corduroy.

I'm Not Even Exaggerating

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In case you don't know Smoggie is normally very chill and not intrusive in the least first thing in the morning. She lies there beside me for hours, but not lately. She won't even ask for food until I'm up.

Every since moving into this new apartment Smoggie Catt will pester me to get up all morning, but it's not for food or water. Sometimes food, but mostly she has food already.​

 I just discovered why. She just wants me to hang out with her. For real, I'm finally up and she is just sitting here talking with me. ​I love my fuzzy weirdo.

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