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 woke up at 4 30.

hand and arm have that old familiar feeling

i'd say it's like an electrical burn

but it's more like my skin

is eating me

the sores pop up b4 your eyes

so i'm listening to Townes Van Zandt

because it's as close to God 

as i'll ever get

preparing for the next flare

the next body part that won't work for a month or two

or more

or is it forever  

this time

be your best you

the sooner the better

figuring out when you will peak

is like assuming there will always be good weather

debt i can't pay

friends have passed away

games i loved but cannot play

kids and grandkids

will only have stories of my yesterday

i used to make up songs

on the fly

for Evan and Lilly

it was like that doors song

riders on the storm

bottom of the bag

bottom of the bag

there's another fry in the bottom of the bag

bottom of the bag

and it became

taking Lilly home

taking lilly home

stopping at the sign

turn signals on turning right

driving lilly home

next thing i knew 

they were singing with me

and zach used to hide in clothes racks at stores

but i would do that mission impossible thing

do do do do      do do do do   do do dodo

and he would go   eeeeaaaaaoooo  from under the rack and i would find him

my daughter just looked at me like i was nuts....it was an endearing quality, as well. she wasn't wrong. 

be your best you

the sooner the better

figuring out when you will peak

is like assuming there will always be good weather

debt i can't pay

friends have passed away

games i loved but cannot play

kids and grandkids

will only have stories of my yesterday