The Mortican's Son
owns a small typewriter
Thursday, December 24, 2009
I never have anything good to say. Yeah, I'm upset at plenty of things, but all of that shit is personal.

I took a walk in my hometown today. It was cold; about 20 degrees outside. Walking around bundled up on the sidewalks reminded me of walking trips I took in elementary school. I wasn't sad or too upset about anything then. Elementary school wasn't a series of concessions or upsets, it was just plain existence, a whole lot like a painkiller.
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