air-guitar in the suicide lane
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
Sunday, November 2, 1997
Every Time
There is nothing left to write
it would seem.
I sit here and
attempt to ignore this
sad and final truth.
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