Saturday, February 09, 2008

Someone go to work for me, wait on the tables, and bring me the cash. Please. I want to saturate my brain in the sunlight and read. It is a reoccurring theme-- me not wanting to work. It is not that I do not want to work, but simply that I rather be doing something else, like writing. Yet I want to go to SXSW and New York and Mexico. I need my wisdom teeth out and a Mac. So I work, and do my best to save. I do my best not to get upset. Forget about the mental restraints colored on me by the necessities of modern life. And find a song.

Curisve The Sunks

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