January 22nd, 2005

fist

IN a young summers youth, i stole her away.

post-rock stars. unite and take over.



unite and take over.


i need a new job.
this job is for the birds.


Wait, working is for the birds.

Soon, i will not have to work any more as i will be dead. (thats what you gotta keep telling yourself. I think. running into large mountains of money isnt as reasonable)

I had visions of you and I. You seemed content, i built a world around you with my bare mind. another story for a different time.
Lets cross our fingers.
think of better times? i'll try.

I'll rehearse this 4-10 times before you even hear it.
it will be flawless. A disorderly pained work of art. At least in my eyes.
Goodbyeworld.
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