| 7/12/2003 01:57:00 AM |
[ nothing but a giggle ]
nowhere fast. said the man to his past... it's pretty funky to waltz to my car after work. collapse over the steering wheel. and before i know it some wonderfully unknown music is pressure-washing away my exhaustion. so i honkingly back into traffic and meander home, trying to peel a gigantic orange with one hand... it all seems so impossibly hard. well, the peeling of the orange aaaand life in general. there just seems like so much junk. so much apprehension. so much masking and not enough basking. nobody knows what there looking for?... mostly. but i'll try and i'll try and i won't give up. and i'll sigh and i'll sigh and... then i'll sup? there's so much worth trying and sighing for and i can't help it one bit. and pity the foo' who mistakes exhaustion for resignation, for then shall fortune feel my wrath? my ever-so-sleepy and infinitely sarcastic wrath! you'll never defeat...*yawn*... the...*yawn*... i guess fortune can have a reprive until tomorrow. but come sunrise... or maybe high noon... then we'll see some comeupin's... hehe, in several ways. |
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