August 12, 2009 12:24 AM
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Sometimes, there's a method to the madness (screwball, pinball, etched out) And, I make a fool of myself Playing violin, Gassy Did I pay for that? Should I regret it, if I can just delete it? Oh, World! Oh, Love Me, Dangling. your punk lungs, your glittery fall-apart stuff Q:How can you just let it end?A:I could see it coming for miles. It was the direction we were going. It was pure and true and I would let it happen again.I was feeling sick. I mixed it up with what I was doing, and thought what I was doing was making me sick. While I felt them seperately, it made me wonder, and doubt their seperatedness. I had grown to assume that that kind of doing could never cause pain. IN EX PL IC A BLE AT TR ACT ION Make yourself a home, make yourself a baseline: and, don't lie: and, honestly: and, be nice: and, let yourself loose: ends, papers, tanktops once: I didn't mean it, but I had in: theory a: exclamation while. |
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