the railway word loss project

it was later than i'd like to admit and the phone (at my ear) at my fucking ear, was taking it's toll on me, i was waging war on thought and dreams and time that never meant a fucking thing when left to the crop dusters and punk rock fan club members. so i knew i had to make it this. make it here and now that this would all come around all come along get down and twist my life by the ears wrap legs around my head and pull me back into all the things i want so badly to not tell you.

there are so many things i want to not tell you. there are so many things i already haven't.

can't we keep it that way?

the sounds of the room are echoing now and i'm telling the truth only in phases laced with underwire bras and cheap cotton panties (i can't remember whose), but really how many people's could they be?

let's be hoinest about it all and make sure, make sure this time that when we tell lies it goes away and we can categorize things the way that the milestone map makers won't remember them.

there are too manycountries onthe map as it is. we need more anonymous lands for hopeless desperate travelors before it all comes back down and we are left reeling spilling over into the last kool aid jar of life.

and what the fuck for?

(my favorite movie is still playing in the background)

and it's all it's all it's all going down the fucking drain...i just need to know it ends up somewhere.

2003-01-15 | 6:58 p.m.
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