2001-07-21 | "he'll wash your windows for a buck o nine"

written last night

"CROOKED MORALS"

I saw a funny movie, and it cheered me up....she said "from what?"..."why'd you need to get cheered up?."....and it dawns on me, we can all use it, enven when we're not doing so bad. It was nothing specific, or extra prolific.....it was just nice to laugh 'til I cried. Silent screams are fun when you're chuckling. When your voice gets high, and your knees start buckling. I had to laugh...why else?...it was funny....It was 5 bucks to get in, but laughs cost no money.

Here I am again, in the dark, writing. It's kind of dusk-like, with the television playing the part of the awakening birds. The electricity slides deep like eels. And you know just how it makes me feel...You've been there before, and haven't we all?....right now i'm the one who's gonna take the fall. I'm a 'solar survivor', call me the 'sun' of interactive fusion. I see alot of things, but most are 'obstacle' illusions. So much in the way, and it's hard to avoid....I'd be a people person, if I didn't leave them so annoyed. That had a double meaning like through and threw. I'm having trouble seeing what's really the truth. I made a 'Buck O' Nine' in the kissing booth...I thought my life was perfect, 'til I saw my crooked tooth. I thought life was good once, then I found you. Now it feels alot closer now then what it used to. In between, I had forgotten what made it good...With you I knew I could remember, but wasn't sure if I would. So far so...you know how it goes..you know how it's going....pretty nice

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