Friday, November 4, 2011


We Were Promised Jetpacks - Act on Impulse

I can't sleep.  If only I were a patient person.  This is no big deal brain.  Get a clue, a grip or a xanax.  There is something looming; big for me.  Something I want so desperately I almost can't breathe.  I'm scared, because if I want it, then it won't come true.  Superstitious flower to a fault, until I can hold it in my hands, taste it in my mouth... it isn't real.   There are those out there who are so calm in the face of impending happenings.  I am not one of them.  Tomorrow scares me, tomorrow I want my triumphant yelp.

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