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So tired

I wake up exhausted, and hating the sun for continuing it's arc through the sky. It's a shiny new day. I've nothing to fill it. On days like this hopes and dreams taste like ashes smoldering on my tongue. I stretch the plastic into place over my face, and listen to your inane babble. It's easy to smile and nod in the correct places. I've known everything you had to say before you opened your mouth. I offer you the standard advice that you won't take. I validate your feelings for you. There there it's all better now...we're all humans here. I make noodles in the afternoon. They are good.

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giographix
Oct. 21st, 2013 01:49 pm (UTC)
Mmm...
Noodles!
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