i don't believe you.
3pm:
the wind is shaking the bed and knockin' down trees from here uptown where my brother sits and waits for the end of the day. some kid's been pushing him down and biting at his hands (neighborhood's full of these damn children!) anyway, the power's out and if the food downstairs spoils we're gonna throw it in the lake or cook it on the rooftop in july when the temperature hits its expected 110 degrees. the gusts are uncoordinated and keep jumpin' through the window just to knock around the garbage bag i'd leaned up against it. i can either tie it up and throw it out or sit here and dig nail polish off of my fingers. i chose to sleep instead, naked and buried deep with the cold breeze only touching my face.
i'm not much of a journalizer and you're not much of an audience.
the wind is shaking the bed and knockin' down trees from here uptown where my brother sits and waits for the end of the day. some kid's been pushing him down and biting at his hands (neighborhood's full of these damn children!) anyway, the power's out and if the food downstairs spoils we're gonna throw it in the lake or cook it on the rooftop in july when the temperature hits its expected 110 degrees. the gusts are uncoordinated and keep jumpin' through the window just to knock around the garbage bag i'd leaned up against it. i can either tie it up and throw it out or sit here and dig nail polish off of my fingers. i chose to sleep instead, naked and buried deep with the cold breeze only touching my face.
i'm not much of a journalizer and you're not much of an audience.