Sunday, June 28, 2009

It's a beautiful mess

I'm tired.

I'm tired of working.
I'm tired of people.
and I'm tired of Pullman.

I try to run, what's the point if you've got no place to run to.

I can't run far enough to not be tired.

3 months.
Just 3 months.
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