the wild bunch: an ode to the best and the tired of diaryland

"all my rowdy friends have settled down" i guess or maybe i just don't care anymore. and i'm flipping through oceans, my favorite work and reading those that used to be rabiid with words things to say and everyone everywhere i love most seems tired, worn, stretched from two poles that mark their non-desire to care and their indecision. i miss the golden years, hours wasted scribbling noting life down.

when did it become a chore for everyone? used to be, undaunted and live-wire frenzy typers for the new millenium, a hundred million voices and all i want is for everyone, everything, to come back.

jesus, seth.

fuck.

everything's collapsed. what happened to you all, my wild bunch?

2003-05-15 | 7:43 p.m.
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