january girl is dead

january girl is mourning the death of her friends. one, two, now three. she loves the smell of fall and the turning trees, but it shatters her, puddles her, then sucks her into electrons.

2/19/2006

It's Never Done with Me

If I had a gun, I'd blow my brains all over the kitchen and be done with it.

1 Comments:

At 2/20/2006 11:44 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's how I've felt lately. It would be for stupid reasons of course, the inability to cope with what really is very petty. But nonetheless I've run that scenario over and over.

 

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