i’m sure he could be persuaded if that’s
what you reeeeaaallllyyyy want, but
personally, i prefer you alive and here
occasionally….
wallow douche elucidation...
and in the morning, i'll be gone...
satisfy
nonwoven
sedation
....
is it any wonder i can’t speak
all i got is all you gave to me...
...
1-the chickens are screaming in my head again,
3-what do you mean again?
2when did they stop?
....
...it’s a good thing that i’m not a star,
you don’t know how lucky you are,though my record may say it,no one will play it
, sad songs and waltzes aren’t selling this year....
...because today is black,because there is no turning back, because...
....
god, i am sooooo scattered, now i have to
go be paxnor...different flavor...but different
stream...see, i don't have a problem with
mutiple personalities but they are more like
really strong facets within me, same me,
just turned to a different side...so,
i think phoebe and paxnor are the same...
but maybe phoebe is a little more risqué...
another day, another...what?
opportunity to become an even
riper tomato...that's what i feel
like, uncomfortable vegatable
fruit, round peg, square hole...
i've passed dylan on the
highway...
i'm coming up on chong...
maybe i should just get off...
tisk!...
just a little note about what's
been going on...just getting
over myself...
^.^
it might be working this time,
but who's to say it isn't me just
getting numb and going with it...
i physically cannot be hopeful
anymore...too practical for that...
four months...why is it the only
thing on my mind and tongue anymore?
i am worse than a broken record...
there seems to be no shutting me
off...
chances are you will...
i made an amature mistake, i got lost
on the way to an interview, and seriously,
how could i have let that happen????
the temp agency is pissed, i'm embarassed
and i don't really think the hiring manager
liked me to begin with, so the lateness
was just the cherry on my shit sundae...
^.^
i'm starting to believe i'm a moron...
at least it's giving me some pause
regarding my sanity...
or lack thereof...
once more unto the breach, dear
friends, once more...
ooooohhhhh, and that speech is so
rousing...
just need a little inspiration, creativity
and maybe a giant bit of the old,
big, bright green pleasure machine...
and 30 or 40 cigarettes...
and bon bons and it's memories that i'm
stealing but you're innocent when you
dream...
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