Saturday, February 19, 2011


I miss whoever
I miss whoever.

I miss, whoever(.)
I miss, whoever

Four shots of espresso, irish coffee. Chapped between this thumb and that pointer finger bleeding a little. Wanted to go to the beach with dad tomorrow but i need to sleep. "What i should do"
I never did go back to that therapist. Her name was florence. I ended up standing her up. Florence called a lot and i never called back. This may be reason enough for somebody to try again at another one, though i am considerably held up seeking guidance from dead women and grand marnier. Or maybe this is why you should not choose a headshrinker because their name is florence.

ersatz. Give me blood or give me death

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