day of reckoning.
disinterest mounts its yellow steed.
wierd.
making my moves.
no moves.
am i doomed? doomed i am.
making faces at the public.
making faces at the one i love.
what does she think of me
i'll never get anywhere with this attitude
got out another pen
oh so this one decides
to work now
i want to be in some secret society
for a day
so patrick stewart was in that episode?
that's great
homer is delightfully cheesy
ugh
my mind is gone
time to listen to music
the words of the wise
if i could i would
stop before i got hurt
i've been hurt before
i'll be hurt again
but i don't stop
i can't
and you know
why
i am in spain, barcelona. there is a loud buzz. i'm not paying attention. i have a phlegmy mucusy cough. this sucks.
thoughts of worry pop into my head. i'm worried, worried that i'll fuck up all i can do is look. can't imagine talking.
can't get the words out. i lack the wit. i lack many things. i wonder how i'd be with a clean slate. boring. yes.
AAH! The RAINDROPS
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