Tuesday, January 31, 2006

No exit (yet)

Still flailing about,
Hoping to strike my mind's gold,
And ending my days sore,
At desire's door.

Self-indulgent mediocrity is an infestation that is not without its comforts, and comfort is an alluring addiction. If it were illegal, perhaps I'd have a better chance of staying clear of it.

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