a thousand barbs drag through my skin, as I watch the sun climb high through the sky, yet I persevere
drawn and quartered, I muster the strength of will to summon my self back together
oh how I envy Medusa and her simple life
and now I have been thwarted by a PDF printer... how drole...
heads or tails, apples or oranges, ice cream or sorbet... why make a choice, just have them all... what do we see in one or the other, that we don't see in one or the other... it vexes me that I can't put a lid on things and call it a day...
5:30am, litter box: "It's too early to be cleaning up cat shit. Fuck sake."
that friggin' light at the end of the tunnel just turned burgundy... fuck, I so hate burgundy... stupid light...
exeunt.
