July 26, 2003  
sitting here at the computer. 11:51 pm the blinding screen tells me. Late for a school night but goddam early for a 16 year old's Saturday night. My heart races as the cosmic goddoness terektifies me consistantly. Like a lame 'punk rawk' band with their 3 chord songs, playing on repeat on an '56 sony vinyl player. wRITERS BLOCK. think of something to write. something creative, intuitive, witty. smart. but i can't, because thats just not me. i don't have the natural knack to be able to get published in that pink magazine. or youth poetry. this isn't poetry. its random words, occasionally making sense. very rarely.

i finished work at 9 tonight, then went to a park party, consumed some illegal substances... came home. now me and my sister are probably gonna check out this park party up the road.


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