2001-07-06 - 4:49 p.m. - rmblngs of dscntnt
i'm sorry i'm not there.did you even notice?
i tried to call you all morning, on the telephone and everytime was met with a busy signal. same as yesterday. and i wonder how i can be so unlucky to try calling you and never be able to get through.
you know, i really miss you.
where did the last month go. it has been thirty-four days since the last time i saw you. and that night was all loud music and faces neither of us had seen in a long time. i am sure i will see you soon. and i am sure you are happy either way surrounded by your friends who love you so much.
and now there is something to look forward to.
and there is forever something to look back at.
and just who do you think you are mister?
so you wanna be a rock and roll star?
kill yrself.
and today like everyday there are chain smoking sixteen year olds in all the places we go to talk about the things we never talk about and instead talk about how we should talk about those things more often.
concentrate.
where do angels go when they die?
where do our leaders go when they forfeit their integrity for bitterness.
yes i am talking to you.
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