Just when you think things can't get worse, some little shit goes and dies on you... ok, that's really harsh, and I didn't mean it. Now I feel really guilty. But my grand-parents arrival coupled with my family's hypocritical duplicity, long shift patterns at work, and no escape have riled both me and my Muse.
Some bizzarre spark of emotion lights the fires of inspiration, and intense, passionate words are left to dance around my rotting brain because I can't enter my room - inhabited by aged Southerners - or leave Them to trip up on the banana skin that is forced-love and faked existence.
Friday, October 08, 2004
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