i sit here and judge
but feel worthless, all the time,

useless and lonely and
lonely and
lonely and
lonely.

i want sleep!

turning the key into the brassy lock, it hits you. you're turning the wrong way. the door opens anyway, and welcomes your sigh of relief as you see big sister melly out there. the sigh dies two feet in; five feet eight inches of mania spiked with wine loom behind her. the first words out of her mouth reveal how much trouble you knew you'd be in: " ( Read more... )

i was online and jules IM'ed me, asking if i knew what time the show would be starting. after a few seconds i finally connected his inquiry to the fact that the show was indeed today and not tomorrow. "holy shit, i can go!" he said he was leaving for the light rail at 5:30, and would give my phone a buzz when he arrived at hoboken terminal ( Read more... )

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