If you follow the coal smoke past the abandoned orphanage to the Crimson tavern, you'll find me. My innocence is missing. My heart is petrified. I dance weekdays in Jersey at a juice bar. I can’t seem to pay off my contract. I question authority yet embrace the luxuries’ of a forgotten past. I hardly ever dream except at night, when the rich coal dust lands upon my slumbered eyelids.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Just one man, instead of the many I have. A man who gets it would be nice. Not these mindless football watching or communist loving fellow travelers.
My Blog
life change
I may have to move out of my apartment
it's not the apartment that is the problem
it's my lost depressed roommate
he lost his job 2 years ago
and hasn't even tried looking for work
I must ad... Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 01:55:00 GMT
