My face sprayed with mace
and anger in my process,
i made friends with someone green
and unknown to the process.

deciding to take the better road
and pass on the progress,
he offered me two bags and I
decide instead to speed up the progress.

alone, bitter, and forgotten
i phone home and talk nonsense.
screeching, deliberate, misunderstood i yes-yeahed,
spoke white lies, goof around nickle-bag nonsense.

10/09/2005

Posted on 10/09/2005
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