word bleed

I need to finish my CRW workshop piece that's due tomorrow.

I need to figure out what time the coffee copy place closes so I can get there and get 19 or is it 20 copies printed

I wonder if Kinko's in open 24 hours; it should be

there were only three parking spaces outside the Kinko's on Franklin Street

I never remember why we went

Yesterday was weird. Today was, is weird.

I'm addicted, I'm reckless, I feel defiant and destructive. I want to feel and experience hurt, I want to fuck and get fucked

up.

It smells like Autumn

outside. Within I am fevered.

And still the wind whispers.

Inside I am squirming. I sit still but am not. I cannot find stillness or peace.

Yet.