Tuesday, February 27, 2007

how do you know?

i smell food and i feel sick and i desperately want to run away but i HAVE to go to class this time and i HAVE to write something first but i don't WANT to. bucking like a fucking chimpanzee. coughing for pleasure, writing the same things over and over. maybe i need to start doing push-ups and wearing khaki pants and drinking coffee and talking to people and whatnot. OR NOT. i'm so fantastic. right on. record store fireman jaguar sales brochure clean shoes embrace vomit let go. social studies billy gets raises and haircuts regularly, forgets himself. there's this TRICKY song called 'money greedy' and it's IN MY HEAD. i am right and good and Alive and Awake and Tired and MONEY GREEDY. carry on.


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