So,
sometimes I pretend that I am a little duck.
That,
in driving my car, I'm running running running with my little legs,
at high speeds.
That,
I try so hard to lift up and fly.
But,
I'm just too little, too heavy, too premature
to fly.
At least
I get to feel the wind through my feathers.
__x____

3.08.2010
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- Betty Spaghetti
- GAMEPLAN: Travel. Experience danger. Love everyone; mostly you. Have a good day. Write a book or two. Kill self at the end of the day.
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- I know that
- He was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen.
- Welcome to Chicago, motherFUCKER
- Welcome to Chicago, motherFUCKER
- And the Bible didn't mention us, not even once.
- _x____tkm.
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- DDDDear Diary,
- Thoughts of the day.
- I'm making a goddamn stand.
- 104 unread emails.
- Last night,
- I feel tired but not tired, and sick, and sad, and...
- Accomplishment recognition.
- I know
- I'm an extraordinary machine.
- Black bird.
- yknow...
- Last night.
- Ways I punish myself.
- Uh, yeah.
- word.
- Oh, hi
- I create my own reality.
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIII, IIIIIIIIIIII'll get by.
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