2003-11-29 - 12:11 a.m.
smokeables
train in vain
lendyour arms to a summers neck
oh it's warm. it's negotiable.
halcyon burritos, tang.
it's been so
hard.
everything's
leaving.
but I am forged, focused. intersecting.
fuck the bullshit. people make me want to laugh and cry at the same time. but mostly they make me want to be away from them. heres a love note to the petty: you're not tom. heres a christmas card to the selfish and careless: merry f-ing x-mas b-otches. the casual cruelty people insert into their daily lives is no longer going to injure me, as I am simply not dealing with it. heres a love story, written in airplanes and rumors of crowd control, from the overarching societal pressure envelope to my forebrain: take a number.
that's the edited version.
I haven't been writing here because I've been treading water. I've found my pace now and I'm about to swim to fucking europe. and no one's going to stop me.
