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M. Rothko - number 14
...and through tears, i can see the bare limbs of dead trees outside my window. tossed about. bad old brickwork across the street makes me think of my granddaddy. he woulda done that better. and the fuckers that restored those 300,000 dollar houses only bothered with the woodwork that can be done in a day and with materials you can get from Home Depot. fuck them and fuck those houses and the scaffoldings that were secured to the houses just like OSHA says. fuck them and their 20 laborers to do a job in 2 days that was meant for 3 weeks by one man.
fuck if all i see is grey sky. and hearing joni mitchell all the while.
many thanks to whoever left a 1/2 gallon of vodka at my place from the last party. it'll be gone in 2 drinks...
fuck i wish i could talk with my grandaddy. so i get sad, and it crystallizes into other sadnesses...goes from the breakup to the fact that my grandaddy can't show me how to build houses no more to the fact that God is not the nicest drunk in the world.
to another very very very stiff drink, to going to work with a vicious hangover fuckitall.
M. Rothko - number 14
...and through tears, i can see the bare limbs of dead trees outside my window. tossed about. bad old brickwork across the street makes me think of my granddaddy. he woulda done that better. and the fuckers that restored those 300,000 dollar houses only bothered with the woodwork that can be done in a day and with materials you can get from Home Depot. fuck them and fuck those houses and the scaffoldings that were secured to the houses just like OSHA says. fuck them and their 20 laborers to do a job in 2 days that was meant for 3 weeks by one man.
fuck if all i see is grey sky. and hearing joni mitchell all the while.
many thanks to whoever left a 1/2 gallon of vodka at my place from the last party. it'll be gone in 2 drinks...
fuck i wish i could talk with my grandaddy. so i get sad, and it crystallizes into other sadnesses...goes from the breakup to the fact that my grandaddy can't show me how to build houses no more to the fact that God is not the nicest drunk in the world.
to another very very very stiff drink, to going to work with a vicious hangover fuckitall.
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i hope you feel better soon. i'm sure we'll be friends in the long run, don't worry. just takes time. i really do love the way you write. i've always thought you were brilliant in your words.
never stop being you.
[Edited on Mar 01, 2005 4:30AM]
turn off the joni mitchell and play some nofx.