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another day where the amount acomplished can be counted on a single hand that stinks of everything i've eaten and smoked today. another viewing of 'trainspoting' has got me thinking about shaving my head again but not so much shooting junk.
there are more and more everpressing adulthood questions, thier less frequent after senior year but they ring in your ears longer perticularly when you're waiting for companies to take you on board at the end of the month.
im sleepless untill the wee hours these days. the less i eat the more i can be apart of whatever occupies and then vacates my lungs. my father has been after me again. im back in a routine that causes me to wake up at arround 10:00 and earn me the title of "bum" within the first few words i hear of such a day.
i'm thinking loudly about girls these days. i've lamented and drank with people that want to have it with thier ex girlfriends just as badly as i do. i know she must be busy, occupied and engaged with life enough to bury her dark days. pencil marks belonging to me on last years callender have been burned to loose ash along with drunken afternoons and the last of my innocence.
i've got the band though
and the constant however overplayed has remained volvo.
that is to leave one question backed by the mind of a 20 year old red blooded american male: "girl don't you want to get sweaty on my vinyl seats"
there are more and more everpressing adulthood questions, thier less frequent after senior year but they ring in your ears longer perticularly when you're waiting for companies to take you on board at the end of the month.
im sleepless untill the wee hours these days. the less i eat the more i can be apart of whatever occupies and then vacates my lungs. my father has been after me again. im back in a routine that causes me to wake up at arround 10:00 and earn me the title of "bum" within the first few words i hear of such a day.
i'm thinking loudly about girls these days. i've lamented and drank with people that want to have it with thier ex girlfriends just as badly as i do. i know she must be busy, occupied and engaged with life enough to bury her dark days. pencil marks belonging to me on last years callender have been burned to loose ash along with drunken afternoons and the last of my innocence.
i've got the band though
and the constant however overplayed has remained volvo.
that is to leave one question backed by the mind of a 20 year old red blooded american male: "girl don't you want to get sweaty on my vinyl seats"