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angry, roadmapped eyeballs... raw and dry, until you swear that you can hear them scrape like pieces of sandpaper, as they dart around in their sockets. yikes. this week has kicked my ass. and it shows no signs of slowing. to the auto boneyard, tomorrow... to do a doctor Frankenstein on the tree-flattened Ford. Friday, radio marathon day... three hours of begging for money, whilst i shoehorn vintage Jamaican R&B into the CD trays. Saturday? well, i thought that would be a good day for a road trip, to watch somebody else play music, for a change... ...as of today, that dream has taken flight. overtime on Sunday. goddammit. 4 twelve hour days in a row. i'm beginning to forget how to have fun. in every way conceiveable. ...and i wait for my eyes to seize to a grinding halt. |
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