life is good
got some peace
___________and
______quiet
now I can
_________handle
____the
____humans
and
...you
clear skies
removed of
hint
the
chill
goes
right
to my ears
and
makes
my
___nose
running
I still truck on
my feet
are sore
my
head
hangs
over
the
railing
I
vomit
out
comes
the
green
red
chunks
of
my
lunch
pale
I'm
mentally
sick
ups
downs
the
long lost
boyhood
playing
w/
toys
women
have
cooties
and
kickball
still
rules
the schoolyard
Thursday, January 11, 2007
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