text | 24/10/01

across town for a five minute meeting. im feeling empty at the moment so that i just do not care. anything at all just to waste the time is worth doing. im past the withdrawal stage and onto the merry nothing. i dont know what is worse; being angry and passionate, or feeling numb counting down the sunsets as they pass. another day lingering in the middle. a fourty minute bus trip to a halfway destination. a homeboy in a red hood abuses the bus stop as it draws him to attention. on the way second car lot completion. me with my mind locked not fit for distrabution. im tired of thinking. the hysterics have all died down and left this place. no longer consumed by the angle of your brow. im past the strenious ticking getting loud-er and louder. now quiet. it used to mean everything. now im bored.