(or, what my life has been reduced to)
written in February 1998

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flip, top,pop, open bottle..Snapple..SoBe on good days
pixel screen, heavy, with dust
that my hands cannot erase.
lazy naps on kat haired beds
letter to lovers, ex, letters to ex lovers
hang nail, canker, bad hair day,
black hair dye, down the drain
Shampoo
Blue eyes laden with summer heat
Brown ones too.
I hate the brown ones
Friends lost in TV static
Ed Wood and Robert.
Smith that is
greedy moths and fat stomaches
Too many big black shoes.
ice, snow, frozen by the wind
No friends. No, I don't drink coffee
E-mail, E-mail, E-mail
Cobweb's Lair, Bare...
Geocities crash
Valentines day 2 weeks
Melancholy sea shells
And more dust.
Tamagotchi, Sisters, High School hang out.
Book, 6:30, too early.
runny nose, ::cough::
College, college, college.
Sleep