something is wrong
with me. every day i
think, "this is it! i'm
really gonna get it
done!" get what done?
who knows? maybe an
extension of the usual
pattern, only more so!
but i fail even at that,
let my attention drift
like a spider on acid,
take sad consolation in
seeing that even those
with perfect teeth face
the dissolution of their
dreams. but this is no
way to be! i want all
of us to succeed, what-
ever that means. and
just because an image
lies broken in the gutter
doesn't mean it's over.
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