Clay Dust

Mar 10, 2009 15:27

Cough syrup makes thoughts difficult, even under prescribed doses.
It makes writing letters nearly impossible.
Distracted sentences and run-on words.
Distracted life.
Off track, on track, where is the fucking path?
Ha, there isn't one.
Bushwhacking.
Bruised elbows, bruised hearts, bloody knees.
Its not a good day until you have a grass stain.

I made a sweet mask in class today and got to glaze some of my pieces. I got Taco Bell and ate it. It made me sad, didn't satisfy anything, and left a hole in my wallet.
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