Huh.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
bluebird
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but i'm too tough for him,
i say, stay in there, i'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
charles bukowski
Friday, April 3, 2009
They are going to Delirium.
There are new tights, and fifty degree weather to go out in.
Rum, coke. That once novel puke-y alcohol smell of bars,
and those same Joy Division songs are out there.
And I guess I think some of the jokes are funny.
But the night seems very futile to run around in
when I know what I want
and what I want is far away.
It doesn't exist in any of these Friday nights in The City.
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