full
empty

and there was nothing.
nothing left in the end.


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(Monday, April 14, 2008/7:21 PM)

enthusiasm



what are the odds indeed.





well that was over.
no. i don't care for what everyone else does.
but i've got another two books of horo.
and an outstanding loan of 6 dollars.

i guess everything's all right so far.


when a person you trust a lot gives you a bad impression.
of another person.
that other person. looks.
well.
evil now.

then again maybe it's digressing.
but i'd prefer not to know.
after all.
there are many faces to a person.

it just depends on which one or which several ones one looks at.


yeah so well.
from now on i have to help out with chores.
i hope i learn how to cook or something.
that may help me in the future.

after all i don't foresee any chance marraige.
and being alone has always been my thing.
sooner or later i'll be showing only my "business" smile.
to everyone else.

i wish this mp3 encoder would hurry.
oh well.


so curse and swear,
for all this wear and tear,
it have been through,
has all been for naught.

stop and stare,
at the vast open prairie,
with the long grass blades,
rustling along with the wind.

sit back and relax,
for the world has been taxed,
with such wicked beings,
that can only be us.

argues and disputes,
make all of them mute,
to your ears,
while deep within hides your great fears.

wake up and take heart,
the time's come for us to part,
as i take my leave,
in my eyes i only see.

straight on.

down the long dusty road that carries me.
nowhere to hide and nowhere to flee.
i will never know when this road will end.
but when it does i know it will bend.


bend towards the prairie with the soft, rustling grass.