2001-11-07 - 12:56 a.m. - gabriel garcia fitzgerald
where were you last night? where were YOU last night? where WERE you last night? where were you LAST night? While you were off tracing long forgotten letters on your arms we were falling out of sleep. dreaming of falling through water from capsized boats and waking up with lungs full of stale breath, bitter like almonds. we held it too long. and everytime we raise our voices they only echo. and every time we raise our eyes they see only sidewalks. sing softly to yourself. i will listen intently, plastic cup to door, decoding the frequecny of your voice, the history of your words, into poems to answer all of our most secret questions. yesterday we dashed that pile of leaves (spread its guts across the glossy lawn) and danced endlessly into the afternoon listening to The Jam. and today traced our names on windows kissed by fog. tomorrow we will run faster than any dead novelist would have ever imagined possible.-----
tonight smokers lost in BG. yes the vote clearlys tated that a ban on smoking would be in effect shortly. fuck you america. thanks for all that freedom mr. land-of-the-free-FACE. all i have to say is this: there are are about 6 out of 20 restaraunts in this town that are currently smoking restaraunts. to the nonsmokers, what was the matter with those other 14? you were FREE to go not be bothered by my cigarette smoke in one of those establishments. now i am NOT FREE to enjoy cigarettes with my food and coffee ANYWHERE.
fuck you.
today i lost every hang out i have ever had. ive got no place to go but up baby, no place to go but up.
xoxo
listen to: retarded people who cough whenever they walk by a smoker.
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