i puked on the front lawn.
i bought some books.
i will work for 11 straight hours tonight.
i have no lighter.
i wanted to run away in the french quarter.
i have one dollar to my name.
i do not know who died, but i feel bad.

who knows when we'll all stop moving

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i now have a job
at a local diner.

i now have two checks
that reside in my pocket, uncashed.

i now have two packs of cigarettes in my pockets
because i now need them.

i now have a peace inside me
that is liable at any moment to collapse.

i now have an anger inside me
that is threatening at any moment to explode.

guess i'm doing fine.

i got mail today, from home.
a card from my sister
and the new sonic youth cd.

if only for the smile it put on my face, i am thankful.

<3 for my fucking sister.

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i made it.
i'm alive.

for better
or for worse.