my Curse
Sitting in the dark with my back to the door, my radio playing, a video game challenging my deductive reasoning and eye-to-hand coordination, thinking about what & when I aught to have a spoon full of peanut butter, some ramen, or half a can of soup. I discover the need for a dentist, a luxury I can't really afford right now seeing as I've been unemployed and cursed with writers block for the last half a year. You would think that finding a new job wouldn't be a problem, but the 'recession' we [the U.S.] just escaped from has finding employment a lengthy process all over these United States. Fret not, I still march on. With my chin held high, I look onto the horizon and set sights for those lofty goals I've been staring at for ages now. So on top of looking for for employment, a place to lay my head, I'm now looking for an inexpensive way to subvert an absyss.
March on good buddy, march on.
March on good buddy, march on.
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