::holy crap::
Hello there old friend, i guess last time wasnt quite the end.
I am an adult. My dog is the oldest at the track.
Just caught up on a million lives, more like eleven, but i feel good about it. because it terrifies me that im not doing what I need to be doing, but no one really is. there is a repetition: my life is not on track, there is no track, there is no life, there is no there, is.
my tongue is swelling and the dryer keeps beeping, the baby keeps on crying from drought and cholic. I'm beginning to sweat and I'm already outside.
I keep replaying a line in my head, its the only way i write now, from constant use, from constant use, from constant use. My hand so small and chalky is gripped tightly in her meaty hand as she drags me to bus lines 30, 57, and 80 just to catch a meal.
what a waste.
I am an adult. My dog is the oldest at the track.
Just caught up on a million lives, more like eleven, but i feel good about it. because it terrifies me that im not doing what I need to be doing, but no one really is. there is a repetition: my life is not on track, there is no track, there is no life, there is no there, is.
my tongue is swelling and the dryer keeps beeping, the baby keeps on crying from drought and cholic. I'm beginning to sweat and I'm already outside.
I keep replaying a line in my head, its the only way i write now, from constant use, from constant use, from constant use. My hand so small and chalky is gripped tightly in her meaty hand as she drags me to bus lines 30, 57, and 80 just to catch a meal.
what a waste.