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So here I am again,

treating this collection of words differently;

sometimes as a poem,

sometimes as a journal of mundane mindscapes.

Either way, here I am again.

Feeling falls away during these nights;

the warmth of Explosions In The Sky upon my focused ears,

the fooling of myself through non-existent ways to better my being.

But I am happy.

Beck Hansen once wrote:

"I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?"

Whether that was a genuine question,

an attempt at being hipster-ironic,

or he was pouring his soul into an 8-track -- I don't know;

but sometimes I feel like offering the opportunity 

to some lucky psycho just to see the smile on their face.

In God's Silence I am smiling;

the effect that simple instruments 

can have on you is astounding

-- the ultimate scapegoat.

The unlikely occurrence of snow

has been rather common in the past few weeks.

Whilst I love to admire the silent landings 

from the sanctity of my bedroom window,

I hate to venture into it.

Soon it will be summer and the shed will become my home;

for writing, drinking, relaxing, sweating.

Opening the doors and sitting in the garden

with a few beers is a simple delight,

but that's why I love it; it's simple.

Although I do love the drinking part of it too.