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July 15th, 2010
07:53 pm


Hey. Ho. Fuck off.

Ones would whisk themselves across the sun-bathed world on a plane missing an engine in the worst time zones imaginable just to get their one shot to wipe that kid's big fucking smile off his face.


I find myself very stranded these days. Being "homeless". These awful days where I just sit on free 'net and wait for dusk to come. Summer's hit that annual lull where I literally just wait for night to come to at least hope that something will happen. Ghey, right?

I'm glad my friends are back. Well, most of them at least. Some linger in this sector that adheres to the overall sense of bitterness, pining, and complete anxiety that has marred this entire year. And not just for me. Pay me my money.

Does it feel to anyone else like we're all THIS close to "growing up"(faggy) and we all get smeared in the face with bullshit that comes equipped with a shiny yearlong probation of actually achieving anything.

No... literal bullshit. Dirty excrement from cow-fuckers. In your face. Seeping into your mouth. Going alllllll the way to your belly.

Haha. LJ.

Call me old-fashioned, but drinks among friends just seems like a good idea for forever,

I'm gonna go watch metal?

And I have to learn an Irish accent.

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June 23rd, 2010
09:33 am


On the eve of the emancipation.
 Can it be the same? Can we all clasp hands and hit reverse?

Hit it again and move it to x10.

I'm terrified to go back.

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May 31st, 2010
12:12 pm


Tailbones and its surrounding facsimiles
 The concept of anything being obligatory with this one is completely nonexistent.

I got dug on today. By all the right people.



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May 11th, 2010
03:28 am


Lucas takes flight.
Metaphorically: Yeah
Physically: Not quite

It's really the only aspect of my life in which the internal and external don't quite sync up.

So I guess that's good [great?]

"Yeah, I'm leaving. Probably within the year."

"Well, I guess we'll see when we get there.

What? That's weird. But I'll be damned if I'm not beaming to hear them finally say that as opposed to myself.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.


Yeah, Arthur. You just might be right.

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April 25th, 2010
07:44 pm


the good.
A phenomenal night last night made.

The good ones.
No gay Pauhaus.
No 19-year-olds who can't hold their alcohol.
No pills just because they're "fun".
No bullshit.

Just drinks, music, her.

If  these are the battle lines, sign me up captain.

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April 19th, 2010
03:46 pm


Gettin' Dat Theatre.

Lucas is on a Beowulf Alley Theatre roll.

Now let's see if the Rogue will like me.

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April 17th, 2010
01:58 am


Well, I had to give it time last time and that other time before.

Trust me, if I can see those rays rise above the mountains in the east one more time and we can resume that spin on that field where not God, himself, could take those smiles off our faces, then I got all the time in the world.

He won't can it. At least not in that way.

And the seal's already been broken thrice.

We'll see.

God... Beautiful. Like, REALLY beautiful. Never saw that coming.

I want to be a Precog.

Beowulf audition tomorrow.

Fuck Kathleen Allen and her moronic view on what makes a good play.

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April 6th, 2010
04:39 am


Why came I hither but to that intent?
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard Lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafèd with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field
And heaven's arrtilery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in pitchèd battle heard
Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to hear
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?

Do not laugh?
Follow like you usually do; laugh with the others.
Do not enjoy the sound?
Too fucking bad.

"Not a battle?"
Stop battling.

"Do not want any part"?
Stop calling. Do not bug me, then.
I am trying to sleep.

I smile whilst you frown.
Oh no.

What happens right now, I do not know for thou...
But boy, oh, boy...Ho Ho!
I am not disappeared in the shadows anymore.
We've switched.


Look, it's right there.
Figure it out yourself if you're so brilliant.
Go ahead and try.
I know you will.

No, it's not here.

Maybe some day...
I won't be here, so we'll see.

I mean Carol Lefko said so.


If 2010 has taught me anything, it is how quick things can change.

I don't hope they change now.

Stay the same. Please.
I'll laugh all the way to the bank.

Lucas Gonzales laughed.

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March 21st, 2010
02:19 am


I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'

I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my songs well before I start singin'

When it rains, it pours and this time, for the good of the earth, I mean it.

It is but a giddy thing that my [sore] legs are back underneath me.
And that the old Lucas is back. (fist bump)

"You better... Because I was waiting for a long time, too."

I will...
Yeah, I will.

I just walked in the door.

(Insert fairy-tale ending here.)



- Lucas. Poundem'.

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March 13th, 2010
03:28 am


the beauty of it all.
It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself.

Now, THIS is funny.

THIS, if it were to work out, would be the second time in a row THIS happened.

Admittedly, it'd be kinda funny THIS time.

Oh well. Not my fault.

Lucas....you dog, you.

Beautiful moment tonight at Shanty tonight. I'll keep it to myself.

Thank God for my pals. I'm so proud of this show. 48 hours and it's over.


If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

Good night.

Raise a glass not for me but what comes next. Then maybe raise it again.

no arrepenta de nada.

- Lucas

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