Sunday, April 5, 2009

Gotta Be Somethin'

Who cares, huh? Nobody. This is life my dears. Piggish, garish, shit. In this theatre I am whatever I want. I want the past? It's back there. I want the black paint chipping away beneath my sore feet? Got it. I want embarassed eyes pounding over the person that I am? Fine. It's all here in this theatre. My boss wants ta change it? Fuck him.

Time to walk home and forget myself in this rain. Dry off at home and listen to what my house tells me each night. All it does is crack and moan; but, I like it.

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