Tuesday, February 26, 2008

/?/

I'm tired of hearing sirens, gun shots, and "taps" out outside my window. They are reminders that there are always people in distress. These.... thoughts are not coherent././././.
neither is the punctuationnnnn.
I am so TIRED of evvvverything in my life being un balanced.
Very very.

but.

"thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life" "thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life""thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life" "thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life" "thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life" "thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life" "thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life" "thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life""thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life" "thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life" "thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life" "thats life" "thats life" thats life" "thats life" thats life" thats life"

"life is not fair life is never fair" "deal with it" "move on" "tomorrows a new day" "thats the way the cookie crumbles" "ces't la vie" "oh well" "too bad" "the hell with it" "life is not fair life is never fair" "deal with it" "move on" "tomorrows a new day" "thats the way the cookie crumbles" "ces't la vie" "oh well" "too bad" "the hell with it" "life is not fair life is never fair" "deal with it" "move on" "tomorrows a new day" "thats the way the cookie crumbles" "ces't la vie" "oh well" "too bad" "the hell with it" "life is not fair life is never fair" "deal with it" "move on" "tomorrows a new day" "thats the way the cookie crumbles" "ces't la vie" "oh well" "too bad" "the hell with it"

"___________________"

everything is: ....!...!...?..."__", *


and here I am: /?/

everything is in code.

stop.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You know, I think that makes a pretty cool poem. I like! See, distress brings out art. You do not know life until you have fucked death in the galbladder, and all that.

Joey

Anonymous said...

Yeah. Yeah. I understand.


And, Joey... thank you for referencing the best movie of all time in your comment.

Claire (who doesn't feel like signing in right now)