Description: 11-16-08.
Couldn't resist making fun of myself, as I sat on the stairs watching the sun set, eyes half closing, and definitly over-smoked.
Luckily (and unfortunatly for some) I did not fall over, as I thought I would.
Turn up the music.
The stairs are shaking under me.
Turn up the music because I am falling.
Unsteady fifth floor
Could not have asked for more.
One small mistake-
I go diving over the railing.
One small mistake-
And I am dying.
How did this happen, how am I flying.
-Blast up that music even louder
because the hospital across is uprooting.
Blast it up because it is shattering.
I am shattering.
How did this come to be.
How could I not foresee.
Oh, this over-drinking and over-smoking.
I just wanted one more,
One last
....
Who could've foreseen such a tragedy
To occur
Right in front of our virgin eyes.
Oh do speak!
Do not go- do not weep.
Gathered here we are,
Ash flying by.
And what a marvelous afternoon it is.
Us all scattered here.
I could not have asked for more.
i've been here a lot. it's a wobbly place, one that's kinda fun but kinda not, i guess. it's good to poke fun at oneself... keeps it all real, i think. yep.
i'm not sure where i'm going with this half-arsed comment. so i think i'll stop.
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