The Happy Hobo.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011


Sipping corners, waiting for thoughts. My words will downplay, everything I've been meaning to say. This sucks, cowards cry. Words coming out of nowhere, not making sense. I sew, and only I understand. Repeat the latter. A year has passed, I shall be patient. Been one for a long time. Trying to get the drift, and everything about it. You stopped, why? This isn't poetry. This is just some shit going around in circles; Taken by Cars I shall blame.

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