call me if your ever desperate

i knew that, starting out, things would run their course, the way they do, in any situation or place, and this life, cherished and loathed is no exception. we live we cry we jerk off rub our clits pull our peckers some of us eat fried food read newspapers with names like USA Today and The Wall Street Journal. we argue over whether Starbucks coffee tastes better than store bought gourmet. we dirve pintos and lexuses and boxcars and ride pogo sticks and roller blades (whatever happened to roller skates?) we watch neanderthal sports and scream and yell when our chosen team does well, we spend our agreeing with someone even knwoing that all we really want is a lond and hard fuck so we smile at what they have to say whatever that is we skip breakfast and bitch about rush hour on our way to jobs we can't stand working for people we hate. where is my white picket fence? where is my hope everlasting? my american dream? my dream that wanted the tired, poor, hungry of the world? i wish i knew what it was like to be new again.

2002-09-19 | 9:52 a.m.
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