2002-11-18
6:34 p.m.
then I would have a way to drive away
holy fuck, it's windy. today I had to choose between keeping either my skirt over my bum or my comps in my hands, and because of silly things like deadlines, I chose the latter. thank-you, bike shorts. * oh, to be SO FULL of words and to be too far for them to be heard. I daydream about airplanes, I nightmare about desertion, I forget why I care. I lose track of my reasons. we're poised at the edge of a thousand cliffs, all ready to dive, the world so close to past it. (it's not the world, darlin, it's the people in it.) oh fuck. then I would have a road and I could go today
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