It's just as easy to be good, as it is to efface any goodness. Blink it all away. I once knew this criminal and all I wanted to do was tell them how bad they had been, but I knew that they're only defence would be to remind me that I too am crooked. So I find I have nothing to say to that criminal and almost nothing to say for myself. Nothing means anything. I think it doesn't count. It's spilling over but reaching for a new something, grasping but slipping. Got to leave a spillage behind. Making my victims. I've got to get out of here. I don't know what the hell I’m doing now.
I laid on the shed roof and looked at the blue nothing and I was tired of it. so fell asleep, woke up, puked, trying to get it all out of my system.
to avoid fainting keep repeating
Saturday, July 16, 2005
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