| resting my little butt on the edge of a razor holding myself together by a thought a prayer maybe tomorrow will bring a ladder so I can climb down from my precarious roost but someone once said tomorrow never comes so here I sit for all eternity on the throne of my own creation patiently awaiting that which will never happen and weaving tales of heroism and heroine for any audience I can claim with the knowledge that one day I'll get tired and have to take a seat. |
Thursday, July 31, 2003
'thrown'
[previously posted on xanga]
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