1pm in my shorts i hit facebook before i brush my teeth mouth dry but water is too far away i'll make it someday what's more important is i compile these moments place them on an online photo/note album like the altar of my own existence before time and corporate jargon swallow them in infinity i'm listening to unfamiliar music in the form of an mgmt cd exchanged to my hands in the smoky strobelit indie night that really seemed like morning 12 hours and 4 chicken wings ago perhaps this is what living really feels like...
