Dec 02, 2004 20:50
Everyday is a day that I must move forward.
My fucking throat's been stepped on to hell today.
There was no jam.
That's now four days out of this week that we didn't jam.
Even if we jam tomorrow, we won't jam Saturday because it's not Derek's preference.
There are so many spikes between him and I.
There are so many spikes between myself and everyone.
The next spike needs to go straight through my fucking throat.