here but not now

going low soft away i can hear the rain pettling its water to the world the cat meowing int he back of the room smell the smell of not being clean and know about not caring go the way it should around and in and out and listen to the music strum yell shout whishper at my ears. is there any better way to be at all besides here and now?

2002-11-11 | 7:01 p.m.
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