late

I am late. To a meeting. God help I hate this metro. I could use the car but… Fuck it. Stay cheap I say. I might smack the kid behind me, if he keeps snorting his nose like that. When is this train going to leave?

Jun 23, 2009

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being broke in dc

For the past 65 days I’ve been riding the metro for free. It’s easy, just follow someone really close while they’re clocking in, place your wallet over the sensor to mimic your own entry and Voilà! You are now officially granted one free ride courtesy of ...well whoever. The tricky part comes when you’ve reached your destination and you have to exit the station by clocking in your metro card once more. This can pose as a problem when it’s 2:00 in the morning and the only people around are the people leaving or going to their houses or the graveyard shift. But the subways don’t care. Besides, hopping turnstiles is beneath me. I’d just as soon lie. 

Jun 20, 2009

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silence is golden

Sing a song that needs no introduction.
In flight,
I am falling.
But I have fallen.
Silent.
Silent to those who all spoke their name louder than mine. All those seethers, those leeches, those rats who don’t give a damn about their fellow man and would if they could, feed off their neighbor’s flesh.
This is a song for the back stabbers, for heaven knows your fate.

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