they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Friday, August 03, 2007

the glass house project. (entry 5)

entry no. 5 (f this day)

bed sores
might be in my future
because sickness won't leave
it just builds
and builds
and builds
until all i want to do
is fly away
to mexico
or new york
or to somewhere void of my bed and its grandma-style sheets
because sometimes, being sick blows.


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