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[sid] => 179514
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Well Well Well
[time] => 2014-10-24 04:12:46
[hometext] => I swing between getting better as a person and still being an ass.
[bodytext] => Long cold quiet walks, Brisk and crisp in the fall. Remembering the life of my youth, Like a shipwrecked Pinocchio. I was clumsy and self-deluded. Easily swayed in my naivety. I seem more and more Utilitarian, Like a raging bastard in traffic. I'll slit your throat to get one more car length ahead. It's a race dammit, And you better stay outta my way. I'll break those beautiful porcelains, If you so much as cross me the wrong way, Or on the wrong day, at the wrong hour. What the hell do I have to prove? I'm like a cock in a cockfight, But nobody gives a damn about the outcome, but me. There's not even another cock to fight. It's just me and my what ifs and I shouldas. Living in the past with the dream of a self not realized, Is really sketchy. He is always demanding my time, To ponder the possibilities of a life that doesn't even exist. Or the best way to continue living without giving too much effort. When did this happen to me, How did this happen to me, to me? I love it when my kids say nobody did it, Oh it was nobody huh, that jerk again? Well it looks like I have nobody to blame, Nobody but myself. Now lets get down to business, Brass tacks, right? What does that even mean? Nose to the grind stone old boy, Do it, and do it right this time. I need you, they need you. Don't *** this up. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 75 [informant] => deadreckoning1983 [notes] => Edited as requested ~ Moderator_18 Oct 24, 2014 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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