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Not dead. Just busy. despite a bad weekend, i still am a sappy sucker. at the walker art center, minneapolis. post-road trip without the boy ramble. lunch. |
06.24.04 - 1:35 am station agent. I'm finally leaving
the station you left me in three years ago. I'm finally shedding this skin you left me wearing; I'm sick of the smell of whoredom. It smells sickly sweet, like my memories of your face, though I've almost killed them all along with my liver;I'm riding coach class out of this hell you helped me make a lifetime ago. I can't recall how your warmth felt next to me as we laid on the couch in your basement waiting for your ancient tv set to warm up; I've been playing survival of the fittest brain cell for far too long for that. I'd stop drinking if you disappeared. =========================== i cannot believe I am still so hung up on him. seriously. it's been three years, and i'm getting married to someone else. and he waltzes back into my life like the title of an elliott smith tune... |