hellocentral

alright. i guess i'll write something.
i am currently and have been now for at least an hour in the process of copying over thirty cds onto itunes for later ipod insertion.
this, incidentally, is what my cat and my bed look like RIGHT NOW. neither has moved.

prolly when someone reads this that won't be true. but for me, it is.
now i think i'm going to finish the poem i started in english literature class the other day. then i'll have to get the laundry.
no, i can't finish that one. it's in the car. damndamndamn.
well i'll have to start another.


what can i say?
it was uncertainty's day
she's packed her bags and moved right in
and now the room i'm in is
dirty as sin
and the forces aren't quite so
strong tonight
as they would have been
but it's still a pretty good day
when the sugar high's worn off
maybe i'll feel another way.
but if you look at the same fucking cup
in three different minutes
it won't change the amount of
water that's in it
not even a little bit
and you can say what you want
about half empty and full
but i don't buy into that shit
i never really thought water existed
but anyway
do you remember
what i was going to say?
it's never as easy as it seems
to be what you want to be
to mean what you think
and think in reality
and sleep in dreams
and drink from your own cup
and never breathe the air
and i have to go now
i have to clean all this shit up
even if it's not really there.

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