...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
ambiguous...
i've thought about this a bit.
and the bastard doesn't like it.
i don't talk about it anymore because no one believes it.
"you shouldn't even be that way", said one, as if knowing all of the circumstances
another just yells louder than the rest claiming authority over the discussion.
another concedes to agree to disagree privately and is myopic publicly,
and even know i'm not that, it's still disappointing to read.
all of it is really.
the bastard has grown tired lately.
tired of monstering.
digging,
finding,
opining.
doesn't matter. no one's listening anyway.
—the bastard
Labels:
meh,
on writer's block,
what's the point anyway?
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