this is how it felt
2005-08-25 2:56 p.m.
there was a great competition aligning itself with the summer, a specific number of prayers had been going unanswered, caught in interference, and the highways didn't seem to be a place to call home anymore
washed away paychecks were testaments to us, to our alcoholism and our body abuses, to our unflagging wit and wisdom of being youthful, and we bowed before one another with tongues bit to bleeding, with nerves singing
fight or flight
cognitive, we were through with self-improvement, and the world couldn't get any better while we were still in it.