This
is
suburban
decay
.
sorry its been so long I AM STILL HERE (COLORADO) AND UPSET THEREFORE I CANNOT STOP TYPING IN CAPS LOCK. FUCK. IT'S LIKE EVERY TIME I REACH OUT TO GRAB REALITY IT SWINGS BACK AWAY ON ITS PENDELUM, LAUGHING. I AM FLOATING ON A SWINGING ROPE IN OUTER SPACE AND TIME. WHERE IS MY REALITY. I KEEP HAVING INSANE UPS AND DOWNS. NIGHTS SPENT DRINKING COFFEE FOR HOURS TILL THE SUN RISES AND STILL LIVING. DAYS SPENT CRASHING MY FISTS INTO MIRRORS AND SQUEEZING THE EXCESS OF MY BODY TILL I BRUISE ACCORDINGLY WITH MY WHITE FINGERTIPS. OVERANALYSIS IS KILLING MY BRAIN. BUT AS SUCH I'VE BEEN GIVING BIRTH TO MORE PROSE, STICKY AND PUNGENT BUT A MIRACLE TO BEHOLD. I LEAVE FRIDAY, MY SPACE SHIP HURTLING THROUGH HIGHWAYS FOUR DAYS UNTIL WARM EAST COAST SUNSETS.
05.29.06
so fucking st e r i l e .
stop plagiarism.
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2005 me