july, july, julyyyyyyy
listen to this everyone with a head and a heart and a fluttery stomach! (spaces not reserved for certain fickle northwestern boys ANY more, spaces that will refuse those sorts of boys a room to stay in or a second look for quite awhile, spaces that are not so sad or hurt but more like filled with things that are READY to move and grow new legs and
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yeah, go punctuation. how's that summer shit coming? slow and steady i hope. at least, that's the way it should be.
working a job that leaves me broke and timeless
a job that gets guns pulled on me, angry words,
not to mention numerous un-tips being thrown my way.
stuffing myself so full of drugs that i can't tell them apart anymore;
all in hope of dulling my summer boredom and blues.
replacing freedom and happiness with a constant buzz and wet shoes,
with nothing left but time and sleep, i find i am the same, through and through.
without stopping, singing, or even praying, i fill my time with cigarettes and cheese;
living a waste-not, want-not life, this is where i am.
yeah i'm rocking that 6 am poetry. i even threw a rhyme in there. good stuff. and yeah, it sucked, but i'm kinda high and a touch drunk, so i'm sure you can handle it.
live happy and breathe well, young Leah.
thanks for listening.
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man you got me there
ps stop taking drugs and fucking fall in LOVE
its so much better
i am breathing well
and living
not happy but INTENSELY!!
love
L
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yeah love is something i've been searching for around here
but i have found none.
one night stands
are as close and yet as far away as i've gotten
(so unfulfilling and uncomfortable).
i really need to get out of this place.
maybe i can save a bit of money
and then live a tracy chapman dream. who knows. but one thing's for sure, change is good.
and nothing has changed here in a long, long time.
and no worries, i've done most of the drugs now, so
my fairly dangerous experimentation phase is nearly complete.
and hell, i mean i actually have taste now.
god i'm such a societal failure.
ah well, tis the starving musician's life for me.
heh, i always thought it would feel more liberating to say that.
shows what i know.
keep the bourbon and love flowing. in a good way, of course.
thanks for listening.
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