Blog post 'Inspiring Words'
Inspiring Words
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Time is moving so slow I can see my hair growing. I have no agenda. No job to wake up to. I had money in the bank; child support got wind of my account holdings and drained all of my remaining funds. I closed my account and had enough money to go across the street and buy a hamburger. I’m desperate in more than one way. I was a slightly angry at the bank for allowing this to happen and asked the teller if I should start robbing banks. She did not answer. I felt good about paying child support for a change. Then the letter came explaining I could receive a new felony and my driver’s license could be revoked. I felt like making a bomb. The thought faded gradually.
I am so lazy that the cigar ashes pile up on the floor because I am way too lazy to raise my hand to ash. The ashes are blanketed on the keys of my computer. I am trying to hide my drinking problem from myself. I avoid phone calls unless the phone rings between 4- 6 AM. The phone will be shut of soon so make your desperate calls to me announcing your hidden love; stalk me.
I am real important person to myself. When I die my body will become anti-matter; two hundred and thirty five pounds of anti-matter. The universe will be vaporized. There will be no memories of Earth. The aliens will not care. We are the laughing stock of our solar system. We are a cloud of dust and garbage. They don’t visit anymore. God doesn’t talk to us anymore. Nothing cares.
The temperature is so smoldering in my two story apartment I cannot move until the sun goes down. The sun rises too soon. It is so hot that when I eat the food rots in my stomach. I often find myself staring at the window, then the clock, waiting for the sun to rise smoking cigars and drinking Blue Moon or Mad Dog 20/20, but only the full "Red Grape Wine" flavor with the 18% . I get tired and try to sleep and up comes that mother sticker. My life is a fuck up.
I got my notes out once again and reviewed some coffee mug phrases and sent some inspiring words to friends. One girl asked if I had written the phrase down from a coffee mug. So much for my inspiring words.
I am so lazy that the cigar ashes pile up on the floor because I am way too lazy to raise my hand to ash. The ashes are blanketed on the keys of my computer. I am trying to hide my drinking problem from myself. I avoid phone calls unless the phone rings between 4- 6 AM. The phone will be shut of soon so make your desperate calls to me announcing your hidden love; stalk me.
I am real important person to myself. When I die my body will become anti-matter; two hundred and thirty five pounds of anti-matter. The universe will be vaporized. There will be no memories of Earth. The aliens will not care. We are the laughing stock of our solar system. We are a cloud of dust and garbage. They don’t visit anymore. God doesn’t talk to us anymore. Nothing cares.
The temperature is so smoldering in my two story apartment I cannot move until the sun goes down. The sun rises too soon. It is so hot that when I eat the food rots in my stomach. I often find myself staring at the window, then the clock, waiting for the sun to rise smoking cigars and drinking Blue Moon or Mad Dog 20/20, but only the full "Red Grape Wine" flavor with the 18% . I get tired and try to sleep and up comes that mother sticker. My life is a fuck up.
I got my notes out once again and reviewed some coffee mug phrases and sent some inspiring words to friends. One girl asked if I had written the phrase down from a coffee mug. So much for my inspiring words.
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