2005-12-05

goddamn everything

It's another bright day for failure in the job postings. I could relocate my existence from one small room to another--east bay, south bay, around the block--and it won't make any difference so long as I can still smell my existence burning.

Where did you people purchase your social chemicals? And how do you mix them?

Aw, look what the morning has done to the pavement. This plane won't clear the sun.