October 13th, 2004


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I pick up a put out cigarette and smoke it till it burns my lips
No beer so I kill time by stabbing it with fourth grade grammar and no punctuation
there's gotta be a cigarette SOMEWHERE IN THIS HOUSE...

I'm stopped suspended in time umm, No I just don't have any money so I can't do anything
But the need for action seems like Im stepping on a bed of nails so I have to keep moving

what do I do with myself
How can cure this constant need for something or someone?
thoughts like a garrison of voices bombard my mind and make it hard to focus on just one

Im going insane...