well

trying to figure
waiting, is always the hardest part
trying to grow up
make things the way i want them
but i can't figure it out
i try to hard
not enough
think it through but not quite
fuck
its cold as shit outside,
i think i read too well
i just can't get past
writers block.
i'm out of images, i keep spitting words
thought
eat my brains, you zombie
they are turning to mush anyways

well hell

Three letter holes...

Three is how long it takes to kill the charm... and for ghosts to revisit... page my father I do believe this was a whataday

three months ago...

i think its in a song, you knew in 5 minutes, i knew in a second...


terrible balance, impossible optimist
any second now, once you let your guard down.
i read words better than thoughts
compose sentences, bit my tongue
i think transitions seem,
pirate planks and a great abyss
adjust the dials,
forget everyone you've ever been
but stay a lot the same
your musings don't have to rhyme
your ramblings,
well don't worry about me.

check yo mail, yo.

we'll i've sent you something
everyday for a week
it hasn't cost me anything
i used work's postage machine
i guess you haven't got them yet
or you haven't checked your mail
or maybe this is just a great big
big U.S. P.S Fail...

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i think too much.
used to drink too much.
skate around the roller rink too much.

its getting pretty fricken cold out