from the depot 🙂
the rain has stopped and the sidewalks smell like dog piss and dying roses but i like the fragrance of my clove cigarette the stop lights change every two minutes nothing strange i can’t place my emotions today i feel pressured to rub elbows with the crowd across the street but i can’t i don’t feel well my body pains me and i want to cry taking a few steps away from the Tropical i breath in deep a few yards away is a pile of rubbish the bright colors make it look magical and comforting looking at the clock across the street it’s time for group and terror grips me around my ankles and chest again again again my head fills up inside with doubt and shame like a sinking vessel i try to be brave my hands shake and i grind my teeth nostrils flare and i anger…
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‘dog piss and dying roses’ is STILL the best album stephen malkmus never made (yet) xo
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ah! lol let’s split the royalties xoxo
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happily.
xo
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and if he tries a fast one I live close to him lol hope all is good M Reeves xo
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you can’t trust him an inch!
he’d have that off ya as soon as look at ya!
(but you can’t really blame him!)
🙂
yeah, tired, wired & hired! xo
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be good to yourself xoxo much love
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and you xo
(hey to the other one, too)
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Just another snapshot
Just another day
Breath carries on
Regardless
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