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Sep. 6th, 2001 04:31 amSitting here like uninvited company
Wallowing in my own obscenities
I share a cigarette with negativity
Sitting here like wet ashes With X's in my eyes
and drawing flies
Bathed in perspiration drowned my enemies
Used my inspiration for a guillotine
I fire a loaded mental cannon to the page
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in
My eyes and drawing flies
It seems that life has once again descended into the valley of monotony and mindless travels. I'm bored with fiction, talking about the weather, and typical bereft amusement. And so it goes. Tides ebb and flow much like my cyclic mindset. A catalyst will eventually present itself.
I got another furball to keep Wonka and I company today. She's about half the size of my foot and black coated. I've kept her in the bathroom out of Wonka's sight where he can only hear, smell, and become curious about her so that their initial encounter will be better received by him. I haven't thought of a suitable name for her yet.
Joe and my sister invited me to a Cardinals ballgame this weekend since Joe's brother backed out. My dad and stepmom also want to make their yearly visit and take me out to eat for my birthday on the same night, so I might postpone dinner with the parents until Saturday and then go down to see them. I'd rather eat at Monical's (the best pizza in the world) anyway instead of any place in Terre Haute.
I'm thinking about using some of my vacation time soon, though I'm not sure what I would like to do. A few days at the cabin sounds appealing, as campfires and clear night skies make a bold offering to the imagination.
Wallowing in my own obscenities
I share a cigarette with negativity
Sitting here like wet ashes With X's in my eyes
and drawing flies
Bathed in perspiration drowned my enemies
Used my inspiration for a guillotine
I fire a loaded mental cannon to the page
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in
My eyes and drawing flies
It seems that life has once again descended into the valley of monotony and mindless travels. I'm bored with fiction, talking about the weather, and typical bereft amusement. And so it goes. Tides ebb and flow much like my cyclic mindset. A catalyst will eventually present itself.
I got another furball to keep Wonka and I company today. She's about half the size of my foot and black coated. I've kept her in the bathroom out of Wonka's sight where he can only hear, smell, and become curious about her so that their initial encounter will be better received by him. I haven't thought of a suitable name for her yet.
Joe and my sister invited me to a Cardinals ballgame this weekend since Joe's brother backed out. My dad and stepmom also want to make their yearly visit and take me out to eat for my birthday on the same night, so I might postpone dinner with the parents until Saturday and then go down to see them. I'd rather eat at Monical's (the best pizza in the world) anyway instead of any place in Terre Haute.
I'm thinking about using some of my vacation time soon, though I'm not sure what I would like to do. A few days at the cabin sounds appealing, as campfires and clear night skies make a bold offering to the imagination.