He is not in my lab
My veganism
My Charlotte Gilliam
My Aristotle, Tori Amos or Wynton.
Our divide is a river that is turning into a lake.
My lab,
the one I created against the grain, out of tears and loneliness
One that is free from self inflicted heart disease,
and literary ignorance.
One that is humorous, and envisions healthy relationships, rather than scalding ones.
He is not in my lab, but the worlds grey one,
and
its
soldiers-- are even the ones closes to me.
This lab fits into a snow globe found through irritation, contempt and deceit.
I wouldn't now how to explain.
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I share your sentiments regarding everything. I sometimes read this blog and I think that I am reading about myself. I live in chicago too!! Is your girlfriend named Debbie?
Thanks for your words...
love the things u write.
thx for stopping by. i need a little sun myself right now.
You are proud of your flowery tongue yet ashamed of yourself.
yes I am. What a dichotomy
Accepting the truth and moving on is the first step to recovering your integrity.
integrity is the knowing
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