12 December 2012

Routes

Though it is the same everyday this journey is different and really I don’t make it everyday. No matter how hard I try I just can’t seem to form habits. Good behaviour equates to nothing as does bad. In a way I’m free as can be and in another I’m doomed. I wait for seasons to know how to dress and act and how wide to open the window. All these I's and me's disagree. We’ll never work in this town again. Hey at least my pancake batter’s the right consistency, or, consistent. Then it rains all summer and everything is fucked again. I am considering finding some ways, any ways, and adopting them.

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