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my eyes are getting more and more tired
as each day passes and right now i have
no insurance to make them young again
since when does it take 72 hours for someone
to get a fax.
sunday was a good day. a day used to reflect
on lost memories. but i couldnt help but find
myself bitter, overlooking the buffet line at greenville
country club hell
cloned women talking frantically to increase their
social status. smiling and pretending to be interested
in little susies soccer accomplishments. all coveting
some part of the other woman. speaking of supper club,
suburbans and vacation homes. and then all in syncronized
moments running to the bathroom to vomit all of the bolognie they
had just digested. i may look like im part of many groups
but i will never be a part of the social elitest.
and not by lack of funds or name.
this is war at its best. full of merts, with sore fingers