cold black cherry soda
cool shower after
a WHOLE pint of chocolate ice cream
corn on the cob and grilled bratwurst
watching fireworks from the 11th floor
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Things I'm not allowed to say
Sometimes I step away when someone's talking to me. I retreat somewhere inside. I'm not listening. Then hours later, as I'm walking around, staring at the bright city skyline, I think of the cruelty of life. That eventually, you're really not allowed to be yourself. You have to step into a role to do what needs to be done and hide yourself away inside that persona. Or you will perish. So to that my inner-self says Fuck You.
Even though it's not a word I'm allowed to say.
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