March 28th, 2001

newdefault

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wrote this today. i hate the little fits of creative writing i get- they seem to come at times of extreme stress and then go away as soon as i've finished the last sentence. this is, i suppose, a better form of stress relief than smoking pot, but i'd like to be able to write well as much as i smoke. feh.

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if you know one thing
know that
i owe you a thanks
(of sorts)
because
my impetus-
the candle in the darkness-
the fuel that feeds my fire-
the only thing carrying me through all this shit-
is my hatred for you.
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newdefault

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my boss just let me know that i'm gonna be without paychecks until the 15th of next month at the earliest.

and i thought i was fucked *before*.
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    abandon all hope...