own the beating of my heart

i'm ashamed of the way your songs and your words

Saturday, March 3, 2007

cross your toes and rub one out

they call it lunacy for a reason, but it cures many ills. the spring air and the wild moon have temporarily made numb that pulsing worried knot in my head. i can breath easy for the next couple days, until it all starts over again. it's hard to be so sad when the mundane details of life are pressing in on all sides, but it's even harder to be truely happy. life on the midrage, never good and never bad. sometimes i think it well worth the price and others that it is the worst thing in the world. lack of commitment has never looked so good? i shouldn't steal other people's words, it smacks of meanness. but what else are they but fodder for those who come after.