the first year everything was so heavy and i was the most articulate person in the world.
the second year everywhere was hospital green cold and i kept spilling things.
the third year was soulcrushingly boring except there were bikes.
the fourth year was when i suddenly started needing people.
the fifth year i spent procrastinating and carrying my 2003(2007) smile around to unleash on the shocked&pitying masses when the time comes.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
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