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Thursday, September 29, 2005
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I'd love to sit around and chat... I'd love to chew the fat.
my muse
The shade is a tool, a device, a saviour. I try to look up at the sky, buy my eyes burn! [Deftones - My Own Summer] I was hit by the bus of life, and survived... I wanted to die. I just wanted the pity of others. Huh! Trust me to have the misfortune of life! I jumped from the train of death and have had subsequent ongoing surgery to reattach my various body parts. I lost most of me, but hey! I have a story to tell and I'm better for it! |
I sit down |
for a full day's work |
I make some tea |
I rearrange pens |
and notes on my desk |
I have lunch... it's 2pm |
and I still need to start |
please |
leave him be |
let him live |
his life |
means nothing to you |
but means everything |
to someone |
reinvent the wheel |
add some cheap |
chrome coated plastic |
pieces that will wear |
and break |
slap on a price tag |
throw in some steak knives |
take up arms |
lock and load |
grab a stash of ammo |
pocket some grenades |
rally in unison |
march in unison |
die in unison |
don't forget your phone |
put on your make-up |
put on your brands |
load up with jewelry |
feel special |
feel better than those without |
ignorant vain fuck |
the fear |
of making new friends |
is the result |
of being neglected |
i don't want |
to lean on |
the domino people |
my coffee |
in it's cup |
knows as much |
about politics |
and |
political motives |
as me |