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[terryparris]

i'm watching the sun set on the capital buildings. from the couch, through the glass. i can hear the ice melt and wondering what happened to the plans i made tonight. how they discentigrate with every minute that passes. missed calls, "i'm tired," and every excuse people have to make. and it's hard to find myself. getting up, back and forth from the kitchen to the counter, from the bottle to the glass, from my heart to my head. from i love you, to nothing at all. blank stares and unanswered everythings.

i really have nothing to say, except i scammed a shot off the bartender by telling her i was gay.