antonio (spondaic) wrote,

Keeping bees now, nine to five still, tired of walking - this town is ill suited for it, I miss junk, my mattress is too small, my room is such a mess, I cannot remember the last time I was in a large group of people and happy, I have no girl on my arm, no boys by my side, no hair in my face - only a small patch of hair on my face, no food in my stomach, no bees in my brain, not a damn thing to do on my days off. Fuck skateboards, fuck cigarettes, fuck probation, fuck employment - i.e., fuck everything thing I have. This is not what I had intended.
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