ARGHGH!! FUCK. I hate having to write things over again. I fucked up this post, fuck. Shit.
Anyways... last Monday I got my first speeding ticket. 44 in a 25 mile zone. Ouch. You couldn't imagine how nervous I was, it was immeasurable. I could barely move. I don't even remember how I got home, I was so stiff with fear after being questioned and recieving my ticket. Wow. Even my first fucking date AND kiss combined couldn't have made me close to as nervous as that had.
Anyways.. bleh. I have to write a whole new poem now. Thanks a lot, CTRL+Z.
I couldn't hold the degree of which...
Stolen
Stolen and interrogated
Pull to the extremely open field
Forget the stupid door
Forget the wooden door
Forget the grass behind it
In front of it
I glanced below me
And only one of the leaves was red
The rest had never been defined
And didn't plan to be
The plants of which I'd thrown myself against
I wanted to fall
I wanted to suck
I wanted to be struck
No gravel shoulder could have found
A river like the trees withheld
Grown to a symbol of utter penetration
Technical dementia
Technical radiance
Anyways... last Monday I got my first speeding ticket. 44 in a 25 mile zone. Ouch. You couldn't imagine how nervous I was, it was immeasurable. I could barely move. I don't even remember how I got home, I was so stiff with fear after being questioned and recieving my ticket. Wow. Even my first fucking date AND kiss combined couldn't have made me close to as nervous as that had.
Anyways.. bleh. I have to write a whole new poem now. Thanks a lot, CTRL+Z.
I couldn't hold the degree of which...
Stolen
Stolen and interrogated
Pull to the extremely open field
Forget the stupid door
Forget the wooden door
Forget the grass behind it
In front of it
I glanced below me
And only one of the leaves was red
The rest had never been defined
And didn't plan to be
The plants of which I'd thrown myself against
I wanted to fall
I wanted to suck
I wanted to be struck
No gravel shoulder could have found
A river like the trees withheld
Grown to a symbol of utter penetration
Technical dementia
Technical radiance
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ginacherry:
Why are you responding to me on your journal? Does my journal smell? I promise to clean it soon....

poison:
I have a new set queued!! yaaay!
