Aug 12, 2006 00:13
Today I went and faced an old fear.
And I found a better atmosphere.
I think the consequence is clear:
Gotta get the hell out of here.
We're all just hopeless sinners.
(I am, anyways.)
Solitary sinners sinning en masse.
(That's a good way to put it.)
Today was a religious experience.
And the Distillers frightens woodchucks.
And I'm so caught up I can hardly speak.
And I miss my gypsy rose.