It's just life
I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd.


Sunday, Aug. 05, 2007
It's pouring rain outside. The land has been so parched lately and the rhythmic pounding is soothing to my soul.

For some reason this reminds me of you. I need some water. I need you to pour down on me.

But you're too busy trying to forget me or maybe trying to figure out how you can persuade me your choices are the right choices for the team.

I'm not buying your bullshit anymore.

12:29 a.m. ::
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