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the screeen doesn't fit, my spacebar's
broken. if everything were perfect life
would be boring. horrible scope sez
to re evaluate them things yr bitching about.
i feel fickle. tarot sez hey, it's about justice
onecard is all it gave me.

you want to know the way into the cave.
but you already live there. everyone craves
acceptance. my stomach likes the feel of food.

he met a reductionist and tried to show her
indeterminancy...this he says is living.
whoo hoo. boo.
yah.

where's the next big tickle. what's making waves.
what, was it too quiet in here? all day vid game
marathon. the phone rings at one thirty. ante meridian.
any moon. angry matches.what ever happend to
the mist of thedevils?
was gonna do a thyme rhyme but it leaves me
the music. torn into wisps like your beard
or my next sad cafe.

there was not in my plans, a taking care of.
there was an enabling love a push it to the limit.
therapy days are killer here.

do we sabotage ourselves? he takes more
than he needs, by rights, should have.
instead of resentment from one side
he gets it from the inside. from me.
do you think it might be cuz i don't
want sex tonight? i dunno. but i do
know that when i walk in the door i
get so tired, thinking of who i have
to take care of. and why should it be
him as well? he shld take care of me.

specially since i am payin the bills.
i want to give him his money back
and move him out. but it's not enough?
fuck one twenty.he can stay in a motel
for two weeks.

take care of the house. at least pick up
his clothes goddammit. no one
understands how this is killing me


killingme. iwant tostay up all nite
and sleep all day i want to work in a bar


for tipsandfood. sorta. i mean jeeze not
really. i just want that level of committment
to a job. not rally i just want to be able
to sleep in the daytimes.

well, i'm finally tired.
this has been entirely unhelpful
but theraputic nonetheless.