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gary busey scares me. -
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i cannot tell you why it hurts me so. -
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i'm so very sickened
i am so sickened now...
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out out out
i love the number four
and two
and eight
but not so much sixteen
although it would seem i would.
i do not meet expectations.
i never will.
so expect me to disappoint you
and dote on whatever irony that brings. -
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i did something today that, for the first time in a very long time, made me feel right.
i also went shopping at the mall, which isn't very much like me.
deep-sea fishing with anna and ivory perhaps? more like dipsy-fishing. jason invited them. eh. but it could be fun. still thinking about going, dina? i have a feeling i'll need some sanity ( Read more... ) -
my ashtray is an empty rum bottle...
...and i've got nowhere to go
no way to get there
i think i'll paint my bookshelves
i'm tired of looking at white. -
stuck at home all day.
my car fucking sucks.
i really ought to take a mechanics class. -
be nice.
everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. -
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yeah, well so what? -
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i'm alive, i'm alive
i'm sinking in
if there's anyone over at your place, darling
why don't you invite me in?
working.
and living.
and no drinking.
and not too much thinking.
but a lot of writing.
and some artwork (again).
and cats.
and dogs.
and rain.
and love.
and confusion.
and violence.
and my own resignment to myself.
this has been me.
