Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Friday, October 2, 2009
Where are all the happy people?
I'm beginning to hate this city with all the heart I possess in me.
Night after night the train thunders through and all I can do is stare after it longingly from the corporate jail cell I call my job.
I wish I could tell myself that living this way is justified.
I can't.
Night after night the train thunders through and all I can do is stare after it longingly from the corporate jail cell I call my job.
I wish I could tell myself that living this way is justified.
I can't.
Friday, May 22, 2009
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