Monday, November 5, 2007

Beneath Medicine Tree

(the) dissolution of articles


If it's not too late for coffee,
I'll be at your place in ten.
We'll hit that all night diner
and then we'll see...



I'm tired. I'm worn out. I feel ill. I'm anxious. I can't stand how messy the apartment is, which is probably why I'm anxious. Oh, and I love it, but it hurt like hell. It seems that everything you love eventually makes you hurt like hell.