Sunday, November 13, 2011

this is shit, reorganized

my whole night was this
one big build up towards
me shitting my pants
and then consoling myself
with the idea of running away
and the thin memory of
the smell of roses

I like the idea of humility

whatever was attached to this has broken away
most likely from persistent aggravation
or maybe it was curiosity
And my only question now is what is one without the other

I like when things change

The most beautiful people grow up

The rest of us grow older

Sometimes you just have to forgive yourself for shitting yourself
or whatever else it is that you did that doesn't make any sense

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