November 23, 2012
Old Age/Cold Water
Greetings from the South Pole.
All is well?
I thought so…
Shut the lights!
Shut the door!
Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn.
I finally found myself with those great slit wrists.
Looks like my plans feel through.
I was thinking.
I was thinking that I wont know
for sure. Can’t fake amends.
There’s no more vacations now.
Only Hollywood breathes in the the end.
were all part of the problem.
No such thing as a vacation, I know.
I’m scared because I’m part of the problem.
Looks like they took my friend and
looks like my plans fell through.
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