dear dirty elbows diary,
do not read between these lines. i don't know what you'll find. it's nothing i've deliberately put there. no secret or special text i wish to share. i am in no way responsible for how this may make you feel. i write what flows through my empty head. i never want to strike up a deal. i am not trying to feed you dinner or get my fortune read. times are tough, for some they sure are. i couldn't imagine driving your car. the way you gain self worth is to strip others of theirs. watch out someone might be waiting to push you- at the top of those stairs. with the chiiter and the chatter and the rungs on your ladder, johnny will march back home through those doors, but behind them will be a mighty long trail of hungry 'not so well fucked' whores.
