subterranean

so yeah, they cut it off. a digitised amputation.
now i'm stuck in blogland for as long as they don't sense me here.
which could be tomorrow, who knows?

zeppo finally made contact of sorts.
i pity the tool that he's become.
the one who never tried says to the one who did
hey
at least you tried.

not so subter tho. i'm still on the floor typing this.
also it's obvious that this station is the one on line.
to here. damn shit fuck. i'm gonna stop obsessing.
if they kick blog, there's still facebook.

time to go to the alcoholic poet. i might put a link on here for her.
yeah, lol. exit and libations. minimalist detractions.
when i get a blog like mine, with no links it usually leaves
a bad taste in my mouth. cuz my wave gets crashed.