October 2nd, 2011
I go outside to smoke and
there is a man walking by
singing the beetles’
when I’m 64 and
I wish I could hold anything tonight, other
than the greek I’ve been avoiding and
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as I write this my computer is dying so
I’m always looking at the time I have
left
and so I run passed my girlfriend
to her room to find the power cord
but it was with her instead
-
and maybe I am only reporting
actions in my life or
maybe I am trying to find the meaning
behind all of it
-
but maybe there is none
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and I’m writing this as she leaves
to lay down outside and then
come back in because
it was too cold
