These Days

Created: Saturday, 29 March 2003 Written by Correspondent
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A delicious melancholy consumes me.
Like a vagabond; me.

The world is my expectorant.
It's pain my gum.
Going nowhere.

Thank god for the willing!
Something had to be done.
Otherwise...
Gotta her on remote.
Just doing what told. Y'know.