hollow grey births a whipping wind,
cigarette butts and grocery bags,
I'm just trying to make it through the day,
overzealous case wants to fall in love again,
with empowered sluts and bearded hags,
I'm just trying to make it through the day,
Apple phone ring tone app finds implants for a clone's ass,
dropped coins in rusty ruts make the hands on the clock sag,
when you ask, I'll say 'I'm doing OK,"
but I barely made it through the day.
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Yeah - most people who ask really don't want to know.
I'd like to do better than just making it through...work in progress.
Sometimes you just get by. You don't know how. And you don't know why.
Nice poetic capture of a survival instinct that most of us rely on every day, whether we're conscious of doing so or not.
Amen -- I'd like to ram an Apple phone up a clone's orifice.
That's the Bazan tune I heard on the Seattle station the other day.
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