oh. my. gawd.
April 15, 2008good times. great literature. words on paper. plastic bottles. tin cans.
a good read. the warm embrace of my bed lulling me to sleep.
craziness issues of the homeless insane. surrealism. Gillianic writing.
cellphone. texting. it can create… and destroy friendship… of rather long standing—>says with cowboy accent.
it was over before it even began.
i was only fooling myself.
i kept on fooling myself.
i’m sorry.
regression of the untamed beast.
lost in the information superhighway.
mountains upon mountains of pure gold.
soiled pants. crumpled paper. listening to underoath in the afternoon.
a cup of coffee. spongebob squarepants. hey who took my tsinelas??
life in the form of a shadow.
inside this dank cell of a bedroom.
no more love. no more hate.
tears!
oh! my mascara’s getting wet, running over my face.
gasp!
drowning in a pool of blood.
swallowed by life’s overwhelming bleakness.
what a shame to be tormented by your own mind.
help?
help!
statue?
tissue!
and then no more.
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