Jun 30, 2006 23:42
sleepy time is over, my dear.
here, eat this plate of my remains.
casual talk has overgrown just like the weeds outside this broken down house. i slaved away to make something beautiful. i sweat years off my life, still i feel too aged to function.
nothing left to do but tear, tear, tear down the house.
and eat the bulbs from the ground.
i can still feel the weather in my veins.
i cant just outgrow this, and you are so selfish. i want to shower 5 times a day because i believe it just might make me worthy eventually. scrub scrub. some nice soothing oils might do the trick.
i walked 10 miles yesterday and felt absolutely nothing. it was much more depressing than sitting around at home. home is depressing when nothing makes it home. and home.
...and home.
grind this up and drink it in. stop being so dense. repeat recipe.