i need to write, i said to them, and that's why i am, well i'm trying but they're talking and i can't really concentrate as well as i'd like. sometimes i just start thinking about everything in long flowing strings of adjectives laced with snippets of decent sentence structure, you know how i get. it has been a week of extremes wherein i have been either enveloped by love or completely and utterly alone. tonight it was the kind of drizzling where everything was slickwet but there were no puddles and i made sure to wrap my feet firmly around each rock as i jumped across the ditch. and ohmygod they are talking can't you see that i'm trying to write? the world centers around mememememe, have you forgotten? i suppose so.

sorry, this will now end abruptly

past future

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blisters and bruises - 03.18.08
dorsey - 03.13.07
finding peace - 02.02.07
unintentional clean slate - 09.11.06
natural born cyborg - 06.23.06