11 Jully 2007, moving
My head is pounding louder than the noise that molds me.
Give me a St. John’s aspirin because I can't take these hosts pacing back and forth or some other iteration after another.
These days on migraine, discomfort ability.
I hear loud introductions.
Hollering with drums.
Expecting this will relieve me from these walls taking me to crazy.
10 Mar. 2007
How can when someone says you’re wrong you respond with some kind of defeat?
But coming here for fifteen minutes has only made to discreet.
Like, being a bum made you some type of chum—a factory in the industry.
And how come when you’ve announced you quit, there, exposed, are your luster, yellow teeth?
And covered on your drug tests is pee with complete negativity.
8 July 2007
