one am lost. twelve am laugh. eleven pm scrabble.
fast forward. two am. tired. spinning like a wheel
rewind. 11 50 a friend. brought a friend. elijah wood but kinder to the brain.
forward play: real time: shes drunk and watching things. yelling into phones
processing information sloooooowwwwwwwwww. find a friend. i feel terrible, and yet i cant help but...
play: real time: conversation
conversation
complaining, and i'm sorry. i really am. i hate to be that person. that just goes on and on about stupid things.
im sorry about the telephone, on both ends, but really?
fast forward: two twelve\eyes aching, crinkled.
rewind: cigarettes. art show talk.
aren't we lucky to like anything... anything anything.
fast forward: twelve forty five, i've been telling more people. but i think its ok.
i just want to be friends with a lot of people.
but close friends. i hate being barely on the verge of close. but i think times are a changing.
fast forward: my brain? sandwiches and cereal.
fast forward: cigarettes.
fast forward: just because im losing, doesn't mean im LOST.
fast forward: eyes eyes...
internet. eyes. eyes.
eye
no eyes.
goodnight.
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