Thursday, December 17, 2009

5,000 Parcels

I don't want to write anymore.
Because I'm sick of writing.
And I don't want to work anymore.
Because I'm sick of working.
And all I want is to feel grass on my neck.
And my back.
And cold on my damn face.
And that's the one thing that I can't have.
The. one. thing.

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