and the whores you rode id on

i was rambling incoherent the other night draping long and hard thoughts across my chest berating myself and knowing that such things are too tiresome to bear forever. so here now then as it ever was will be has to be i give a hand to the man left at the alter to the woman left putting make-up on her face and smile at them both. you are the meek of the earth. and you shall inherit all things trivial. of course, what else would be worth inheriting?

2002-10-03 | 6:28 p.m.
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