2003-04-27 1:26 a.m.
touch grit

yo.

jive. jive. jive. more jive. nothing important here. no real emotions or thoughts. empty humor. you can tell i've just come from a rehearsal, huh?

once i wrote a poem:

"but,

one day i'll learn

that real feelings

can begin with

prepositions."

and one day i'll feel less hurt. And look back at this entry with a knowing sigh.

that day isn't today. Sorry.

-Mark

whore's hustle / hustler's whore