Monday, October 12, 2009


Copy and paste move after move with an almost two decade old car, some oil paint stains in your not favorite colorful jeans.  Hat, scarf, "I pay no rent, I can come for a month."  Darling.  Dating.  Finding only potheads or...  Single.  Broke.  People weighing on me with their no hope, no hope, no hope.  I'm here with you don't make me drag you out to dance.  I might need you to bring me.  All of a sudden the cold breeze reaches me in the corner. 

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