red apples ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i think about my diary all the time but rarely write an entry. by the time i get home all of the words have run away and homer in my lap seemes so comforting.tonight however is one of those nights where i can tolerate nothing but the catpower cover of red apples. and everything is jumbled and paranoid. now i'm running on 4 shots of esspresso and cant seem to get tired. with the otherone i made a big deal out of getting together and then screwed myself over because i'm a stupid silly git. i really hate my life tonight. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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