written by owen on 2007-Nov-05.

Its dark outside and what I don't know haunts me ever so constantly. The work is too important and I'm no longer young. The air is cold and there is a buzzing sound coming from the vents in the low ceiling above my head, thats driving me crazy. Harvey Danger plays in my head phones as I facade my facades. Thirty minutes to go and somebody here knows what I want to know but is afraid to tell me or just doesn't know that cup a tea. I wonder why. I don't wanna get up yet, the answer is somewhere here, abstracted.

At some point I can only hope that somebody wakes up and runs a kill on something so that I can be entertained, save a life or be inspired to crash. The menu for today is pork ham choy, beef soup, fried chicken, sweet & sour chicken, fish. The man-ager calls me to the side and askes me if everything is ok, (as if I just came back from rehab). For happiness writes white. I thought. As long as I don't have to interact with anybody on a meaningful level I'll be fine. Espouse. I just want to sleep. Every so often the power goes out and I wish it didn't comeback for an hour. Warm my hards on the monitor.

I often never talk about the lives I've lived or the ways in which I can warm your soul. To know me is to love me. Because when you live by the day, pay by the hour, and sleep on the weekends, you tend to lay in the bed that you made, die by what you live by. Whatever makes you feel alright, whatever people may think, the tall grass. This is how we roll. There is no goal, no devious underlying routine or kernel, hand or mission. Everyday is like a first day and as long as the sun still rises and everything is new, now, today will always be the best day ever i.e. until tomorrow.

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