spinach,
baby arugula,
alfalfa sprouts
typos, misspellings,
guns, gods, lies, news,
jokes.
mushrooms, sauté
suite suit
suits
you well.
you are well.
i am no more lonely, but physically alone.
or yeah, maybe just that much more lonely.
i hate work. not equally, but differently.
i love music, because it's all i have and
my life depends on it. get me through this!
me?
i crave
***
connection, even without ***
love.
or apathy.
i'm not sure where to go, what do do....
25 in 17 days.
i thought growing up made sense.
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 11:54 PM UTC
spinach,
baby arugula,
alfalfa sprouts
typos, misspellings,
guns, gods, lies, news,
jokes.
mushrooms, sauté
suite suit
suits
you well.
you are well.
i am no more lonely, but physically alone.
or yeah, maybe just that much more lonely.
i hate work. not equally, but differently.
i love music, because it's all i have and
my life depends on it. get me through this!
me?
i crave
***
connection, even without ***
love.
or apathy.
i'm not sure where to go, what do do....
25 in 17 days.
i thought growing up made sense.
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