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read between the lines
rambling looking for a jobis not as fun as i thought in fact it's boring. that's my stupid haiku for today. help me. my hands are chained to this stupid computer and i can't seem to shut this thing down and do something more productive. i'm itching to write but i don't trust myself to write anything other than drivel today. (wait...don't i write drivel everyday?) okay, "more drivel than usual" today. my head's full of shit tonight that should not be printed here. it's like there's so much i wanna do in the daytime but i can't because of the noise (read my old other post). and when it gets to the night all i wanna do is relax and have fun. escape, in a way. away from realities and the situations they put me in. expression the first child, here's more porridge for you. it's cold and stinky and it's fresh from reality child, do His bidding and wake up to the promise of the promise held in feeble hand. expression the second send in your resumes smile like a pig PR like shit and hope for a reply. sure, there's jobs to be got just the stinky ones i don't want to be a cashier forever. blind as a bat future not to be but yet so sure one thing i see. expression the third psychadelic freaked out purple necktie night shiok fun home crap gamble life plan trust god incomplete recover far stuck gila. |
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