Sitting on the balcony of my second floor apartment building, I drag my cigarette and listen to the footsteps of people walking by on the sidewalk beneath me. Tat, tat, tat. Tat, tat, tat. It sounds like it’s two people but I don’t care enough to look and see for sure. I just listen toContinue reading “To Do List”
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Ceiling
I like to sit in my chair and stare at the ceiling, while I smoke some weed and wonder why I haven’t found any meaning in my life yet. I wonder if I ever will, or if it’s all just a useless waste of time. Maybe. But it’s not like I have anything else goingContinue reading “Ceiling”
The Fish (What A Life)
The fish is always swimming in Circles, Circles, Circles. Around and Around and Around again. And not really doing much of anything else. Well, Besides maybe poking his face Against the glass, Or shitting into The same water that he breathes. But that’s basically it, It seems. And as I sit here And I watchContinue reading “The Fish (What A Life)”
