Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Fear.

How are we going to do this?

Is he going to be okay?

Is she?

What if anything,

Got a whole sack of what ifs.

Everybody's telling me I look like shit.

I mean, I feel like shit...

But I've looked way worse and nobody's said a thing.

Our son is trapped in a box of clicks and beeps and my wife can't stop bleeding.

Money'll get tight pretty soon, and the rent's going up.

I'm not scared, exactly

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