here it is, happening again. in a slump and gaining weight and sleeping in odd positions at miserable hours. strange dreams twist themselves around familiar worries around sour joints and tightened muscles and surrender. how will i get this done? how will i accomplish what has been long over due. what shall i do versus what will i do versus what i ought to do breathing heavily and hard or hardly breathing as i am, as i have been. here i am.
a girl with hips sings, lets forget about domani, for domani never comes. i have a million things to do and nothing to say. i am crushed and killing myself with the weight of this now that is now that is not enough--
11:27 - Monday, Oct. 18, 2004
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