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By Misti Date: 2003 Sep 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.05.15.27.1509]] |
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it is Friday night and he hasn't called last night he called and told me he couldn't stop staring at my picture last night he fell asleep on the phone but that was Thursday night this is Friday night and I am contemplating suicide and fried food and a shot of junk in my arm and pills washed down with vodka (these dark contemplations are mere luxuries) (warped mind games) (that I cannot afford) ...so I dye my hair clean my apartment stare at the walls allow the tears to fall and I write bad poetry and glance at the clock and glare at the phone i try to be proactive tomorrow will be Saturday tomorrow i will remove all five of my personal ads from cyberspace tomorrow i will wash my sheets and panties and live my small life in a big way with a soundtrack and candy and quarters in my pockets |