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tuesday, august 22, 2006

depart: raleigh 11:10 am
arrive: atlanta 12:35 pm

depart: atlanta 1:22 pm
arrive: home 2:00 pm

eleven days. 
950,400 seconds.
i'm only sane by seconds.

you never asked for the pedastal.
you must always remember that.

the sea
swallows the red horizon
and i
am inescapably sad.

i'd like suggestions on the format of this... capitalization, line breaks, punctuation, etc... as well as opinions on content.

i am

old
death has touched
me with brittle fingers
i came
she said
free and soft
free and soft
cursed god
during descent

fine...

I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.

i'm lucky to be alive.

that means nothing to me.

so i get behind this woman who has 3 "support our troops" stickers on the back of her suv. and one of those annoyingly obvious "W... the president" ones. hoe can't drive. we're talking 30 in a 45 can't drive. and she's beginning to really piss me off when i notice that she also has a "boycott france" sticker. well. being the bitch that i am, i get ( Read more... )

so. let's talk about last night, shall we? i have reason to believe that i fucked the monster under the bed, because that's where my boxers were found this morning. gary tells me that he found me butt ass naked in the bathroom. doing absolutely nothing. i'd rather that i was masturbating or something. anything. but no no. i was just sitting there, ( Read more... )