wow, that last post is even worse than i remembered. my poetry, it appears, is more forced and hackneyed than the advertising tactics used in local car commercials. And, because of the content of the poem, I can't edit it. Sad.
Anyway, I guess i was trying to say that i'm sick of trying to figure out life. i'd rather kind of just do it (hey, it's Nike's fault that that's hackneyed, not mine). But i'm not really sure how to do that either. which is v. stupid and backwards, that i think i have to figure out how to stop figuring out life. i mean, jesus christ.
Though last night (this morning), i dented my head on the glass door to my entertainment center trying to put in Scene It, so i'm not sure, really, that just doing anything is a good way to go for me.
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