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[01 Dec 2003|12:39pm] |
I'm still in transition, so my speech is that of then and that of sometime next month, or several months later. I'm trying to change things and it's painful. Growing pains in my cranium and a sense of time drifting like snow.
No money and no car in the frosty air. Sit around and talk until we regress to children. I have to pop the eyes of a tourist into my head so we can find something to do. Talk, talk until I'm a shell. I need to talk to myself more. I'm so tired of trying and pushing and getting little. I suppose I'm gaining little things, but I want something substantial. I want a bloody steak w/a spurting vein. I want something to die in my efforts. I want reincarnation.
Still waiting and frittering my time away until I get it. That starter that moves me to jump. I'm not as patient as I thought. I need to earn some money. I writhe when I think of debt.
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