shit

Apr 26, 2005 11:29

i need a job again. i have one on saturday
back to the 8 hour work week
i looked in the record today
the classifieds (is that what they call it)
and my problem remains
i can't stay in one place long enough

and my room has a spell cast on me.

dear _____,
come back from florida so i can see if you'll blow me off like you have since i was fourteen or if you've come to your chubby little senses and will give me a chance, maybe make me happy, maybe make yourself happy. maybe it's simply too old to try, but it felt the same, like no intermissions. i remember your skin when you'd come back from tour how the lack of sleep and the sunshine would oddly compliment you. i'd like to see what the ocean air and immediate seperation did for your brain. hopefully the sun has worked in my favor.
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