Thursday, January 1, 2009

Woofers

Timberwolves at New Jersey

"This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope
Down the barrel of a gun
Remind not to ever act this way again"

So, it's a new year.

My room is trashed.

My memory is lagging.

And the essence of last night has yet to be washed off.

I think in between ecstatic and moody, I intended on listing my New Year's Resolution. But in between ecstatic and moody, I couldn't figure anything out. And now, I just can't think of anything.

In between the end and the beginning, I pulled myself out of the dark.

I hope you're all happy to begin this new year.
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