Friday, August 21, 2009

cerebral evacuation in 3...2...1...

I need a hand
a plan
more time
less commitments
a thought
a path
to cut back
you

to hold
to mold
to kill
to fulfill
to ponder
to wander
on booze
<3

work screws my sentences up a notch.
all my fresh laundry smells like chicken, because I was too tired to realize that I put my uniform in with the rest of my clothes last night. at least I'll make puppy friends.

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