I am coming apart at the seam. Am I? I am. Compound and compound again, re-tread, overdub, loop back and thread through. I am just a maze of mistakes. A haze of mistakes. You could get lost in them (I frequently do). I remember back in mid-January when Will thought I was going to pieces again. I laughed then, but if I had a job and/or a girlfriend today I wouldn't tomorrow morning.
I'm going to bed. Maybe the next few hours will be a cleansing salve, an opening salvo, a saving grace-period. Until then I'll keep my win-some, lose-some smile on. Nights like these I am all teeth.
Cheers.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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