Thursday, February 01, 2007

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suns down. now its incandescent. in the bathroom its 'fuck you, you fuckin fuck' and theres a pencil in there. why? its not functional. ive formatted my hard drive. the one with all the poetry and stories. failed. a failure. a failure at life. so its gone. fuck it. a failure. cbgbs shower curtains. who needs it. i typed that twice. who needs it. with everything all of time. where are we going now? what are we doing now? i dont know. do you? im drinking the seventh drink im not supposed to be drinking. im smoking the ninth cigarette im not supposed to be smoking. new year resolutions are for liars. building. what are we building? backwards nat shermans lit. his friends strewn across the floor. wheres the morning bell? release me? you can keep the furniture. release me. ..please..

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

the private profile makes it even more mysterious..you know i intriue you.. dont i? i do

2/02/2007 12:31:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

nuh im not

2/02/2007 12:32:00 PM  

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