novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- haters i flip the bird what are you gonna do today, napoleon? whatever i want! god! are we supposed to float through our days on little cynical ass-kissing clouds? does nonsensicality default me to birdbrain in your opinion? i guess i'm deeper hit this time because it came from an old friend. (and i am deciding whether to push him out of the velveteen chamber. if i even can. he doesn't deserve it. i don't deserve this. this has nothing to do with anything. this has to do with folding metal chairs and paper coffee cups. bad accents on telephones. that time he ate fast food almost religiously. how he suffered through bad girlfriend land and i didn't say a word back then, how he hung art i made in his living room and bought a velvet couch largely in thanks to my opinion. how his cats permeated every corner of every apartment he's lived in, until he moved into another man's house and got rid of them, effectively cutting off his kittenish side, leaving only the part that calls me when he wants something.) 9:25 am - 02.20.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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