Yeah, the gig ended Friday. Not feeling too scrappy about that. In fact, I am getting in touch with my dark muse:
Sitting at home just
Thinking about going to
Rob some liquor stores.
Lots of resumes
Scattered hither and thither
No fucking results.
Should have listened to
my mom and gotten a job
with a carnival.
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Endless summer holidays
broke yet happy
at Uncle’s country house
/RAF
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