i had to talk to you about something but i couldn't find you anywhere. i looked all around searching for something better than myself and all i kept stumbling upon was the same goddamn thing. the same goddamn, fucking thing. why? walking around this maze you'd think eventually i'd stumble across something. even if it was nothing. nothing would be anything stumbling around this drunken maze. i kept moving because really what else was i supposed to do. nothing. looking for nothing anything important in this timeless spaceless maze.
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if i had enough time i'd tell baby stories for days but i've only got one story left at this point and about seven voices in my head. so how can i keep tellin baby stories. she won't stop talking about how much she loves to hear my goddamn stories all the time. christ girl you're telling your own goddamn story talkin so much the way you do. how's a girl supposed to listen when she can't keep her mouth shut. i keep tellin baby to shut it so i can think of the next story i wanna tell her but she can't stop pleading with me to tell another. well come on now baby. just relax calm down. papa's gonna tell you another one.
november 04 2007
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