that politician confused the hell out of me.
But i was thinking how when we were seven,
your mom brought cupcakes,
and you cried the hardest of any seven year old
could. And you had every right to and now me too.
And my legs are sweating because its god damn hot outside.
July will always do that to you. And your mom didnt mean to get the cupcakes wrong.
She just did. And now i think your plot is at the back of all the others.
I say I think because my head exploded through the top of my nose,
and i only got so far as to buff my left thumb nail.
And i say yesterday was the worst.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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