dear sitting here diary,
yep. on a picnic table in the dark i'm sitting here and i wont be able to publish until i get home or to mcdonalds, but i'll compose wherever i wish. it is my saturday night crawl about, compliments of the unibomber. he is playing in concert tonight and i needed air. loading up seemed like the best thing for everybody around, so becky and i left town. this is where most whores would be at the bar- i'll just betcha, but since i cant stand the taste of that shit- i figured i'd pass. east county line road is where i used to go to in times like these, but i don't anymore- a whore knows where she ain't welcome- the trees on the empty lot turn up their leaves at you. it is time to reclaim my territory i call home.
yep. on a picnic table in the dark i'm sitting here and i wont be able to publish until i get home or to mcdonalds, but i'll compose wherever i wish. it is my saturday night crawl about, compliments of the unibomber. he is playing in concert tonight and i needed air. loading up seemed like the best thing for everybody around, so becky and i left town. this is where most whores would be at the bar- i'll just betcha, but since i cant stand the taste of that shit- i figured i'd pass. east county line road is where i used to go to in times like these, but i don't anymore- a whore knows where she ain't welcome- the trees on the empty lot turn up their leaves at you. it is time to reclaim my territory i call home.