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r u n n i n g a s f a s t a s i c a n.

my last summer on earth,

         i've become the ignore child of all those familar faces. my eyes are watering but not from tears, it's from irritation. it's a lonely time, but aren't they all.

"actually her life is boring and rather common butmost are - mine is too...she gets into a crying jag, she's cute, really, and pitiful, all she wants

is what she's always wanted, only it's getting further and further away...

outside the traffic runs up and down, down and

up.

going nowhere."

~charles bukowski

8:08,

        i wish i could tell you that after high school the revelations i’ve encountered

have abounded any negative habits i’ve picked up along the way. i wish i

could say the regret i feel about ever letting myself love any of you is less

than the happiness i experience, but i can’t. i just wait for peace, and wonder

where God got his sense of humor. where’s the compassion. he’s out

swimming in the lake. don’t tell me what cannot be done...

still waters run deep,

-js.

green,

legnariah: write me something

Pendjurny: like a novel?

legnariah: something that is pretty

legnariah: or ugly

legnariah: so i can have a piece of you

legnariah: for my little creation

Pendjurny: I could cut off my ear

Pendjurny: and send it to you

legnariah: i'm not a whore

Pendjurny: in a minature coffin

legnariah: i'm being seriousssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Pendjurny: with an inscription on it that says

"wha'd you say"

rag

tagging

bushy bout

snuffled round

the made for

trail special

the end.