2003-09-01 - 7:32 a.m. - -
just turn it off. put it down. you try to fuck it up. (babe, you're always fucking things up). and you can't even lean your head out around street corners without thinking about how ugly that street is. how all those legs you watch, bending and straightening are oh so weak, so insecure.you throw bones in the corner adding up dots toward some conception of self while everybody else just looks for new ways to forget what that word even means.
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