Anti-Friends
In spaces where sleep doesn't come, despite not getting high; in yellow showers as the bright of Saturday lights hedges; where I can piss and watch the pink sunrise in the North -- something I've never done before, everything's so clear. Usually there are multiple locomotives on a colision course at this address -- apparently the central train station. I can't help but get waylaid by distractions (whether it's television, shallow ideologies or the tempting refrigerator). But today, or at least at this moment, in front of my computer screen, typing my first blog entry into the most fucking awesome blog site ever (which I just found earlier this morning, before the purple sky had changed to baby blue), it's easy enough. And it's important that I write it now. Because in a split second it will have been forgotten, drifting into the sands of distraction wasteland.
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