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Purgatory - Sunday, Feb. 10, 2019
Friday, Jul. 16, 2004 @ 4:08 pm
From one roadside weed to another, another wayside attraction.
Walking through the waysides of the city, heat in the eastside, sweating through gastown. A woman leans out of the hotel window, her breasts hidden in the flowers tangled in the windowbox. Her eyes wild, high, beautiful crazy. Should I be scared, to be alone down here, on such a hot restless night?
You're a hard girl to figure out.
Look at me, look at me. I'm lost in a world of suburban wildflowers. Suburban mediocre life. Hours upon hours of mice, repetative commute. Snip tails, collect blood, red blood on beige sawdust, heat and humidity, dizzy with a thousand mice rustling around me. What am I doing here?
I haven't figured myself out.