Saturday, August 06, 2005

3:10 Noche Viernes.

Walking through these dark cracked streets huddled in someone else's coat. I stop under a poster covered street lamp and light a cigarette. The buzzing from the condenser above me fills my head. Banda music waivers down through the shadows intermittent like black wind through dead trees. I look up and the wires criss cross the starry night. I close my eyes and sigh.

In a town of ten million people, why do I feel so alone?

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LMB said...
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The Snakehead said...

That's because we are.

But,

"To the degree that your presence on earth brings joy and inspiration and tenderness and compassion into the lives of others, your life will have meaning. To the degree that you put yourself above others and indulge in personal pleasure, your life will be wasted."

ML said...

ur not alone babes, ur not, every light that twinkles is with you, so are my best wishes, do not despair.

LMB said...

Yer right, kids, rightee-oh! And I'm gonna top off this depression by stayin' home and smokin' a shitload of pot!

Poof! I'm gone!!!

Hermes said...

You should adopt a dog.

crallspace said...

Because not many people speak English..

LMB said...
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