Wednesday, May 27, 2009

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About to head home... Dead city tonight. Not feeling too well. Coming down with a cold, spirits are down, lonely, horny, but if I act on any of it, broken hearts. What I want isn't ready, nor available right now, and what wants me are all too fragile and young. The term and notion of "love" is being passed around more than the collection plate on a sabbath.... Except no one is cashing in.

This was the only positive thing tonight.... 3am 13 Coins bucket of clams.