Your Mom |
My eyes to decide to blink. |
to be taken by a spy and run away from them around th world |
For inspiration to finish my book |
The ducks to come swimming towards me |
To get rich |
My boss to give me a raise. She gives me too little money |
draw whatever i love to draw |
her to say yes |
Godot |
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whacking it |
Stare at the speck of dirt on the window. |
work in this office |
Walk, sit, shout, pee, drink, throw papers in the air, eat, take a shower, walk, cook, get drunk. |
Waiting for the ducks to feed |
Struggling |
Teaching kids how to speak english |
listen to rock music |
playing games |
Wait |
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im sterile :( |
My eye will dry out and shrivel up. |
I'll burn the office |
I'll have to get drunk again. |
I'll eat the old bread myself |
I'll keep stuggling |
I'm gonna be kicked out of my apartment... HELP!!! |
lose myself |
I ll find someone else |
Come back and wait again. |
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