Monday, February 20, 2006
an element
he drinks from a bottle in the bathroom, then sleeps until he wakes up or gets thrown out. drinks again. preferring sleep, bitter, he looks around in the cold air, thinking, judging with eyes not unlike those on him. even sleep has a point of oversaturation. idle consciousness is spent reminiscing of freudian slips and immoral bouts. junctures in a life of opportunity. he cares not about the future, only of regrets in a past of impossible hopes. without hydrogen he wouldn't be here. none of this would.
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in reference to how much water you sucked down last night?
ps...i did see your valentine post before. i didn't realize it was a valentine. it was just funny at the time. now it's so much more.
pps...you left my valentine to you at the restaurant. that hurts.
i have that lost valentine.
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