yankkrime

Downtown Manhattan on a Tuesday at two in the afternoon. It's Christmas time, I'm sick, and can't seem to stop coughing. I couldn't care less about the season or it's festivities. I might be lying to myself, but I'm giving that lie more effort than I've ever given any lie before. I'm in the backseat, slow through traffic. Watching dvd's on my laptop, I can't...
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Arson as an artform. It's why we smoke, and fuck our lungs. It's why we breathe carboned oxygen. We're an installation piece for the world. Everyday is our gallery. Giving head to king size filter tips, on the streets. Exhibitionist's. When the wind blows wrong and the smoke takes our eyes, on with the drama and amonia cries. Camel lights, wrongs and rights. I suppose...
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i've had a blissfull week of doing nothing. i'm done watching lost, which i'm kind of relieved about. i think now i can make time for real life- we'll see if i follow through, or stay on the couch with the guitar and the wine.

i\'m drunk. i\'m high. i\'m alone. i\'m watching lost. if it weren\'t funny- it\'d be sad. wait... it's monday night! it is. hah. i win!