Monday, September 30, 2013

Day 284: In a Hurry, as Always

I hate rushing.  I hate not having enough time.  Today is just another one of those days due to constant interruption.  By constant, I mean every two minutes or so, literally.

grinding your teeth all night long, 
unable to remember the words to a song.  
You're gonna die.

Plastic Faces behind the clouds.  Empty minds, away from sound. Talking out loud.   

head full of china, 
pocket full of speed, 
hands on some pills, 
hands on some weed.


missed your flight, 
missed your spaceship, 
now you're stuck here on earth.


none of us will be looking for you if you get lost.

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