guilt trip number nine

i was thinking about things and ploping myself out in the streets in front of the tv to watch madmen madwomen waiting on rain it will all be clean when rain goes away all be okay once the clouds part but they never will never can never find a new home relevant to anyone anything not here never anything that seems like peace and quiet mind your p's and q's they say mind your manners eat no elbows on the table knife across your plate and rested. that's how it goes.

so you drink and drive and tell yourself that it will be okay, you'll only levae a nine year old no father mother restless unable to sleep in her shiny new orpahnage until she moves into a foster home with a mtoher that hits her and father who can't keep his fingers out of her, she'll never enjoy sex but you can't stop that. you have to get home right?

2002-09-15 | 11:17 a.m.
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