Working for what I'm paid...
The Minimum.
Forcasting rain leads to indoor tears frustration from the ceiling
a call sent forth to the ones over us all
responses only to sease the lights as something sparks within us
a cou
a desire to walk out for self redemption from the hell we are paid to live within.
I am.
Minimally working.
Happy so.
Hoping someday to be saved away.
Without knowing what to do on the other side.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Bored out of my mind
I'm bored... out of smokes... and no reason to leave the ho.... That's a lame start.
what should I talk about? Coffee. For some reason my first thought about it was a place Ive never had coffee. A bike trail in Whitewhall michigan. I think that in itself must have become an association with hazelnut coffee. I love hazelnut. With cream and sugar. On ice. Cold.
We once had this great coffeeshop downtown called the Thunderbird. It was a small cleam of hope for the new downtown. A sign that the area was sheding it's republican roots. The coffeeshop sold 2 large Iced coffee for less tah $2.50. With 5 Dollars... you could get so buzzed you could hear it. The shop was closed due to high rent fees. Another shop opened elsewhere, but closed when the tenants said no smoking.
what should I talk about? Coffee. For some reason my first thought about it was a place Ive never had coffee. A bike trail in Whitewhall michigan. I think that in itself must have become an association with hazelnut coffee. I love hazelnut. With cream and sugar. On ice. Cold.
We once had this great coffeeshop downtown called the Thunderbird. It was a small cleam of hope for the new downtown. A sign that the area was sheding it's republican roots. The coffeeshop sold 2 large Iced coffee for less tah $2.50. With 5 Dollars... you could get so buzzed you could hear it. The shop was closed due to high rent fees. Another shop opened elsewhere, but closed when the tenants said no smoking.
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