Thursday, November 24, 2011


I am tired
of worrying whose
mood is bad
in the evening.
I just want to find
bits of pleasure.

I am tired of
civilization, let the place
fester in the
morning. The movement
around me makes me
want to hide.

Blast the others
and their selves.
I am tired of
making room.
And I love the outrage,
feeling how much
I earned it.


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