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I would swallow my pride. Choke on the rinds. But the lack there of would leave me empty inside.
On Monday, Oct. 10, 2005 at 12:53 p.m.

There are always so many choice. So many dusty paths to take. It can be hard to chose.

I'm at a bunch of forks all the time. Some are easy rights or lefts but at most I sit down refusing to act.

Let's not go there. I'm angry at the world but calm. I'm sick of everything but not at the same time. I want a cigarette and only because I don't smoke and I want a candy bar because it'll sabatouge my attempts at dieting. And maybe then I'll have some stronger opinions. Something worth writing down.

Fiction can be more fun.



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