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< November 08, 2007 - 12:30 a.m. > There's got to be something more than this -- sitting in the fog, waiting for buses that never come, or come late, same difference; bottle blondes smoking everywhere, teenagers spitting on the ground, guys asking me for change, cigarettes, more change, the time. Leave me alone. So I think of what it is that I want, and suddenly it hits me that while everybody is going around begging for truth, facts facts more facts, information and knowledge and things that are real, I'm sitting here asking you to gimme fiction; I don't think I can make it through the rest of my life without a single movie-perfect ending. Lie. Make it up. I can't tell the difference anymore. I have nothing left to give you; stop asking. where are you tonight |
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