All the time...

Sleepy at work
grumpy too. Late afternoon
slump. Time sits still
for once. Just to be a
bastard. I think thoughts
but I don't believe most of them anymore. I just
want a drink and then
I want to go home and play chess or
read a book.
Acne like an adolescent. Who knows
why?
Maybe because I've been acting like an adolescent. I sit
staring at the poster you gave me, and I wonder
why you bothered
to
give it to me, then leave. In fact,
I'd like to get a drink with you, but...

Time
fleeting ever faster. One year now one-thirty-fourth of my
life
ten years ago a year was only one-twenty-fourth of my
life
and ten years before that, a year was only one-fourteenth of my
life.
Where does it go? Times change and circumstances
change
and the only constant
seems to be
how much
I want to jerk off
all the goddamned
time.

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