money dwindling. bills gathering. cold seeping. clothes decaying.
i'm so tired some days. I curl myself up tight just to remember my body.
my body seems so pointless. why do I have it? it's just a machine that refuses to shut down when all i want to do is shut down. how silly and inconvenient a body is. i have to cover it and clean it and scratch it when it itches, medicate it when it hurts.
how did this brain come to be in this body? or rather, how did these thoughts get to be in this brain, this obnoxious organ that came with the whole package... i want to extract the thinking. i want it all silent and sweet in there.
i don't want to work on my life anymore.
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Would you work on mine?
Jo Biv, I need your phone number. I took an impromptu trip to Brookline last night and it would have been a good excuse to hang out.
Went to see a band called the Drive By Truckers. And drink Arrogant Bastard Ale at some bar called Sunset Cantina.
Email me!
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