Staring down the city through a set of brass knuckles.The night has closed in.
The sheets are beckoning.
Put a closed sign on my eyelids.
But we're still accepting phone calls.
The problem with spitting something out is that you need to have put something in first.
I feel like I've been exhaling for a long time now, but there's no oxygen to breathe in.
Absence makes the heart grow jealous.
Who's disappointed in the finale of Prison Break?
There's keeping suspense and then there's just being rediculous.
Who am I kidding? I'll be there next fall; see you Monday in 5 months.
Smile, I'm tired.
2 comments:
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