its funny how one week pries and then the next is just a jut into the jaw. just a love tap. no barbed wire. no folding chairs.
they say, make it electric, make it chemical chemical. i just say, make it. and its the tritest answer i know.
im going to the zoo sunday. i want to go in the balloon and see the ugly rooftops and shiny backtops and bald spots and clevage tops.
i dont have anything to say. i am so thirsty i could dry out and shrink in this very spot.
october is the 10th month. november the eleventh. some people do it just to be artsy. my brain is on the wrong path. id take chords and drums over books and mathematics any day. oh well.