It's so Early in the Week to be so Suicidal
I hate my life. I need to be drop-kicked off the face of the planet.
[crawls into hibernation, never speaks to a soul again]
posted by C @ 13:15
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Where Ironic Comes to Die
worms are the words but joy's the voice/ down shall go which and up come who/ breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs/ deeds cannot dream what dreams can do/ time is a tree (this life one leaf)/ but love is the sky and i am for you/ just so long and long enough
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
[crawls into hibernation, never speaks to a soul again]
Previous Posts
- Waiting for Clouds and Storms and for Safety
- Open Up My Head and Let Me Out
- Love in the Time of Cholera
- Haiku for a Grumpy Tuesday
- Sanctuary for a Lowly Orphan
- Never Betray the Way You've Always Known it Is
- The Road Leads Where it's Led
- Well, that's like Hypnotizing Chickens
- I Wish the World was Flat like The Old Days
- Everything Ends; Everyone's Waiting.
1 Comments:
Don't worry, baby. Tonight we earn our jinglies! Unless, of course, you succumb to the evils of your job and end up working until all hours of the night...
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