8/08/08
Not really... I'm just tired And Full Of Poo...
"I want to live a real life... I don't want to dream any longer."
Now. Now. Now.
Everything that you always imagined
Everything that you've always dreamed
Every night and daymare
every mistake
every beautiful moment
everything you've ingested
needs to come out, kid
wake up wake up wake up
no more dreams
Now. Now. Now.
Abre Los ojos, Puto...
8/01/08
7/23/08
I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn.
Now that I'm a complete whore and have to bartend for 30 hours a week, I can start writing my will. It's all over folks. Stick a city's-worth of drunks in me - I'm done.or now. It forces me to not go downtown and talk to drunken idiots because I'm bored of being at home. I barely have patience with myself.
I just decided that I AM going to go camping this weekend because I need to.
7/22/08
My fingers are Santa's little helpers.
I'm writing in a backyard while everybody else is asleep. My, how things have changed. Oh, I forgot to mention writing absolute crap is all still my norm, right?
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