ferrell gas (561)287-2330

Feb 05, 2005 21:51

a punch from an ice cold hand right in the sternum
coughing until i gag
eyes watering and red. in and out of consciousness so quickly , my day now seems like a stop animation film.
dollars added up to enough to buy a bottle that comes with a measuring cup.
but im not drinking like i did in the past. my aim is not to get fucked up but to feel a whole lot better.now i know why quiting is so difficult because the body pushes out all the shit i've been unknowingly storing up in my lungs.
how many days will this go on. i better take some pills be for the drawing class, like emmy-lou at work said " when your naked and you cough things jiggle." and i have to stay still for at least thirty minutes straight. so i hope this all leaves me by 12 tomorrow.

received a call from elizabeth, people are asking her what she is doing with her life. what kind of question is that? does anybody know what they are "doing" with their life?
i guess different people worry about different things.
i say if you worry about what your doing with your life , you are not living it.

this truly is the city of festivals. fireworks almost every weekend. i can hear the grand finale right now as the church bell rings 10 times.
i guess this is a good spot for me to end.
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