papers shuffle, pens sigh
Nov. 9th, 2001 10:01 amhoney i confess
i stole yr heart
last night hiccups became the ultimate evidence of my failures. "earthquakes of lung& diaphragm...all empty and pointless. i begin to sound like an unconvincing french nihilist. just avarice. i will surely roast in hell."
i want to go
to(o) far
away places
but momentum makes my head
ponderous & heavy
today i registered with the System. for my pains i receive a cut: one hundred and thirty-eight dollars.
i thwart my dreams by getting up early for breakfast with the girls this week. i don't really want to know what it is that i'm filing away endlessly with imagery.
shoving syntax into braids for this page. i want to be delivered. so i'm gone gone gone.
i stole yr heart
last night hiccups became the ultimate evidence of my failures. "earthquakes of lung& diaphragm...all empty and pointless. i begin to sound like an unconvincing french nihilist. just avarice. i will surely roast in hell."
i want to go
to(o) far
away places
but momentum makes my head
ponderous & heavy
today i registered with the System. for my pains i receive a cut: one hundred and thirty-eight dollars.
i thwart my dreams by getting up early for breakfast with the girls this week. i don't really want to know what it is that i'm filing away endlessly with imagery.
shoving syntax into braids for this page. i want to be delivered. so i'm gone gone gone.