Monday, May 23, 2011

My stomach aches, I want to throw up, I wish to bury myself in loose clothes and my warm, soft, comfortable bed with a cup of earl gray and the television turned to Fashion N or O'live playing 여배우 하우스 or 내마음이 들리니; I want to scream from the agony and pain my inability to pour out eloquent phrases and brilliant, tastefully organized ideas gives me right now; this cold library and dreary, wet weather drains the energy out of me on top of the motion sickness the third floor view of the highway's ongoing traffic outside gives me. FUCKING A. AND THIS COFFEE MAKES ME SICK.

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