Tuesday, April 05, 2005


Another day to march through
Another hour, another two
Another early morning song
Another right, another wrong
Another way to just scrape by
Another low, another high
Another countdown to the night
Another love, another fight
Another feeling to depress
Another room, another mess
Another question goes unsaid
Another chalkmark for the dead


Get up.


Now walk away.

Walk away.

Walk away.

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Blogger Cyn said...

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8:06 PM  
Blogger Cyn said...

I live at the end of a 5 & 1/2 minute hallway...hey man, where you been on IM? It's gettin' lonely out here in Chitown!

8:06 PM  
Blogger Cyn said...

hey Matty Matt Matt...this blogger is getting a little weird with comments....as am I. Just sayin' hi.

8:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

11:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why Yeats? What does it mean?

1:55 AM  
Blogger Cyn said...

Welcome to Passive Aggressive Theater.

Matt, email or call. Period.

1:51 AM  

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