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down in sandy eggo waffles-
it's apparent that most of the worlds fine-girl-free-from-being-stuck-up-ness have migrated to where the sun is sunnier down in diego.
went to hooters twice. it seems as if they discriminate against ugly applicants. not a single 'hurt' girl was working at either of the two hooters i went to. i snapped a few picks with the camera that i left in my sisters car.
swimming pool swimming beach.
fun fun. ouch.
it was an 8 hour drive to diego and a 9 hour drive back.
esoteric object-
staring into the face of sorrow
is it okay if i borrow
what i've already taken
memories stirred not shaken
and the thoughts that float
in the depths of my throat
i'm trying not to choke
with regurgitated feelings
and things not said
leave me with a burnt head and
a cramped heart
ignored and left in the dark
with an unsure pain then
the tears turn into rain
satisfying each kid that
hid during a storm 'cuz
he was afraid of what formed
from shadows of love
that is a question of
reality and actuality
existing in the minds
of the insane and the
eyes of the blind
what is it that i feel
for them and why
should i steal the word
that's abused with absurd
false feelings and dedication
their excuse for simple placation
so i'll leave mine unlabelled
the esoteric object untitled.
575
cigarette smoker
with her window still shut tight
light up another
it's apparent that most of the worlds fine-girl-free-from-being-stuck-up-ness have migrated to where the sun is sunnier down in diego.
went to hooters twice. it seems as if they discriminate against ugly applicants. not a single 'hurt' girl was working at either of the two hooters i went to. i snapped a few picks with the camera that i left in my sisters car.
swimming pool swimming beach.
fun fun. ouch.
it was an 8 hour drive to diego and a 9 hour drive back.
esoteric object-
staring into the face of sorrow
is it okay if i borrow
what i've already taken
memories stirred not shaken
and the thoughts that float
in the depths of my throat
i'm trying not to choke
with regurgitated feelings
and things not said
leave me with a burnt head and
a cramped heart
ignored and left in the dark
with an unsure pain then
the tears turn into rain
satisfying each kid that
hid during a storm 'cuz
he was afraid of what formed
from shadows of love
that is a question of
reality and actuality
existing in the minds
of the insane and the
eyes of the blind
what is it that i feel
for them and why
should i steal the word
that's abused with absurd
false feelings and dedication
their excuse for simple placation
so i'll leave mine unlabelled
the esoteric object untitled.
575
cigarette smoker
with her window still shut tight
light up another