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Someday, people will want to compose epic ballads about
my life. When they finally get down to it, I figured a blog like this one would make good reference material.


Perhaps, in the extravagance
of youth, we give away our
devotions easily and all but
arbitrarily, on the mistaken
assumption that we’ll always
have more to give."
- Michael Cunningham




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Monday, January 26, 2009

There are,
So many hours in the day
I know i've got work to do but hey,
My will to move or even use my brain
Is weathered by eternal english rain

And when the talk show ends i scream
Right at the screen for more pregnant teens
I can't fall asleep
It's almost 3
So i water the flowers out on the street

I spent 5 hours on the net
Last night
Avoidin' the monsters under my bed
(with square eyes)

these words speak the truth.