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the saddest blog that ever was
10.31.2005:
i am going to make it through this year if it kills me if it kills me 2046 2046!!
this year
I broke free on a saturday morning.
I put the pedal to the floor.
headed north on mills avenue,
and listened to the engine roar.
my broken house behind me and good things ahead,
a girl named Cathy wants a little of my time.
six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking,
ahhh listen to the engine whine.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I played video games in a drunken haze
I was seventeen years young.
hurt my knuckles punching the machines
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue.
and then Cathy showed up and we hung out.
trading swigs from the bottle all bitter and clean
locking eyes, holding hands,
twin high maintenance machines.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I drove home in the california dusk.
I could feel the alcohol inside of me.
home.
picture the look on my stepfather's face,
ready for the bad things to come.
I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway.
the motor screaming out stuck in second gear.
the scene ends badly as you might imagine,
in a cavalcade of anger and fear.
there will be feasting and dancing in jerusalem next year.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
okay predilection for j. darnielle lyrics means i should pay $15 for halloween at the knitting factory? does it? or hella? but hella speaks in tones what john could never say with words. which is better? more bad poetry to come, pouring out in terrible terrible waves of aching pain and teenage angst and the dawn is never dusk at in the abandoned castle of my soul et cetera et cetera he he thought i was going to stop now did you...go buy sunset tree, cuz really, its very good.
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