Friday, January 30, 2009

insomnia

I feel like a pair of distressed jeans. Torn and tattered, pre-washed/used. The abuse makes you tougher, prepared for what's ahead cuz you've already endured the path to get to where you are now. Throw me in the wash and wring out the excess tears. Douse some bleach on these frayed jeans while you're at it, and wash clean these memories...

2 comments:

  1. what doesn't kill you makes you stronger

    lame....but true :D

    keep up the progress lik lok!

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  2. I think you need some good ol canadian whiskey.
    CROWN ROYAL

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