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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.
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.
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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. |
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| 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. yes. don't slip. | Posted on 2009-01-05 00:00:00 | by meoww | [ Reply to This ] | |
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