

here we go again.i went to the mall down the street this morning and a put a half-assed effort into looking for a job. it was eighty five degrees and i just didn't feel like sweating through my red wool shirt. perhaps i really just don't want to admit that i am terribly out of shape and walking for more than 15 minutes makes my body ache from head to toe.here we go again.
i walked by abercrombie&fitch, giving the snooty blonde models at the door the same look of filth and disgust i always do, even though they never do anything wrong. and suddenly the air in my small tiny space filled with the scent of you. it made me sick to my stomach; whether it was because i w


With Wide-Open EyesHe liked to write songs and sing them to himself on the metal grated bridge. It scraped his palms every time he stood up. He once sang a song to one girl that he wrote for another, “Sorrow is sorrow and although you’re so far away, I can imagine as you whisper to me every day, darling don’t you ever cry.” She looked at him and told him it was beautiful, that she loved it. He looked up at her with wide-open eyes. He had just blown meth in the bathroom.With Wide-Open Eyes
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