comatose and
waiting in line. as the hours roll by, and i say a few hi's and bye's to the people online, today was another day of simple mucking around. nothing accomplished, nothing furthered, nothing ventured nothing gained. i might argue that you need days like these sometimes, to fully appreciate the structure of living. and then some, you need it, to embrace those moments of anarchal punk, where you speak out, just for speaking out, hoping someone might hear you and pay attention to your soapbox. but this is a whine, it feels like a whine. from the writer's perspective it is. moving in surkls, it'll come back around again. i'm looking for things to do, downloading past loves and reading .. it's all an etheral state, sometimes you just need to blow shite up.
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