Monday, July 7, 2008
In excess
All I know how to do in the silence of my own company, nowadays, is purge. This freakish facade is taking its toll on me. Bit by bit, that smile and extra spring in my step -that twinkle and decibel of my voice; is gnawing away at my overly caffeinated insides.I swear, my heart chambers are pumping coffee beans and sweeteners. My mind is churning 2Am wakeup calls, laugh lines to end all laugh lines, and all the nonesense my body can't take. My battery pack's in overdrive; working more like 5 to 5.
It's all hit hit hit hits happy hits bad hits good hits hirit hits benta hits slow hits senior hits whutts hit you hits bruises from ball hits lets-get-hit.
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