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Montreal '04in a montreal hotel. you disappeared the endless hallways gripped me my mind raced, burning a warning for the path ahead warning unheeded, the stairwell led our endMontreal '04
in a montreal hotel. you kept me waiting the silence stabbed my ears like blades i tried to speak, nothing escaped but warm damp air unsaid words trapped in the space between us
in a montreal hotel. you lacerated my soul the fluorescent bathroom light hummed in my eyes clinging to my reflection, i felt the rising pain beating heart crawled a slow cadence
in a montreal hot
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tough advicesubliminal criminals with dishonest karmic scales steal the loose change between the cushions of my mind's couch (or Chesterfield, if you prefer)tough advice
they say do what you love and so i do and i have to tell you, you have to make yourself do what you hate, at least once in a while. just as the taste of honey grows stale and sickly on the tongue of a glutton, so too does constant
complacent comfort stale the vitality of a life unlived.
the I behind the i is a tumultuous young man whose passions are  


a commutemornings where old women admonish me the second i take that first drag of that first cigarette, where misshapen men in misfitting suits carry bibles to their Jesus class, where a man on crutches leers as menacingly as a man on crutches can, where the slate sky promises if not peace, then at least excitement where a chill wind blows across worker and worshiper alike en route to various templesa commute
mornings like this one make me smile. after all, it's just another day in paradise
ps. Let me drive the bus!
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