|January 2001 / Volume Two / Issue One|
|About to say fuck deep thoughts
but I can't say the words out loud.
Can't say a lot of things out loud...
Keep reading their poetry
‘cause I'm sick of looking at my own.
Maybe I should just stop writing.
Only results in tears,
when I let the truth out.
Sick of writing melancholy & nostalgia
w/nowhere to ash but used coffee creamers.
Rather eat toast than steak...
And on the same note, but not quite,
I don't trust ground meat.
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