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April 26, 2005

Interim Report

Another uncalled night has passed
The weather is unseasonably warm
And the full moon shines in mockery
At the star-crossed un-pair
How am I doing?
My life is more orderly
Room neat
Van clean
Gas tank full
Pockets full
Stomach full
On my way to success
In other words, I'm miserable
How are you doing?
You're not dead
Your father would have called
You're not sober
You would have called
You're not right
I would have called
So we stand our ground in feigned disinterest
Waiting to see who calls first
And gets tagged "it"
In our next round of sandbox games

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 01:10 AM