building nothing out of something

it was pasty white and grueling to be growing older younger changing losing my mind in all of you all of this trying to understand what' happens when it rains clouds murky gather thoughts dreams wasted washed away in the thunderclap that's life that's how it goes how it builds. ("i'm not impartial to a sacrifice romance.")

tremble little baby breath aznd fall back down i can still see the horizoin lying on my back seething barely old dreams old aquantinces listed as frineds in my casual by-way highway growing older by the minute feeling younger more less lost i have always known the way always known how to light the candles and tell the frendly ones i loved them hoped they had a good time of it. is there anything else worthwhile?

2002-10-30 | 1:12 p.m.
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