Monday, September 22, 2008

this is why

you hate me because you are sick of yourselves

you are bored and boring and ordinary

you cannot purchase interesting

you can't just one day suddenly become deep

depth about fabricated nite's out don't count

also

posturing with cigarettes

sitting on sidewalks

posed moments

after hours

then writing about it like, oh, so important?

doppleganging yourself and your friends

encircling your own circles

killing the scene, not the way you think i mean

when it passes and it's over what profound witticism will you concoct