Mar 10, 2010

We Run This

If there is nothing to do, strike us down. I work. I go to work. There is work. I wouldn't worry about all this if I didn't work. Or go to work. There are works. The walls, raped of color, rapid declines. Major intimidation, minor apprehension but it all adds up. I'm worried. The equation is x(int)*y(app/2)/z(dec)=work*worry Soon, there will be a singular number and it will envelop us all. Until then we wake up, we accept the bad news and wait. What the hell else? Just hang out.

I listen to Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska too much.

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