Your note penetrates my heart, Trudy.
Now if only.
What will I do when you leave.
My life.
I need to hop.
I need to move.
I need to be free.
My life is a guaranteed zero here.
I can feel it in my bones.
I lie.
You lie.
We all lie.
We are all a bunch of liars.
This whole place.
I feel like a teenager.
It's time for a change.
How to go about it is the hard part.
Now if only.
What will I do when you leave.
My life.
I need to hop.
I need to move.
I need to be free.
My life is a guaranteed zero here.
I can feel it in my bones.
I lie.
You lie.
We all lie.
We are all a bunch of liars.
This whole place.
I feel like a teenager.
It's time for a change.
How to go about it is the hard part.
posted by Lindsay at 9/11/2007
3 Comments:
I love your sentences
leave.
before you drink yourself to death.
seriously.
Your blog is a lot more entertaining if you break out the bongos and the tea and read it as beat poetry.
I need to hop *bong*
I need to... move *bong-ga-bong*
I neeeeed... to be freee *bong bong bong bong*
Not that your blog isn't entertaining anyway, but this way it's AMAZING.
Also, fucking leave. People will miss you terribly but at least you won't go nuts and you can always come back.
-Ala
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