I have a bank full of memories, stolen memories and my memories. No longer sure of which is which so I look into every memory bill in search to find my memories. The price of memories, right now no longer worth much until someone is willing to charge because we are always willing to pay, we just don't know it yet. This is my memory banks and I share it with you.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Malfunctioning Window
The stupid window refuses to go back up,
And it is stupid cold, and my heater is not strong enough to uphold, the cold wind.
So i must sit here and act like i needed fresh air, but they probably know i don't need.
They watched me pull into the parking lot with my windows up, but I sit here for five minutes to let some charge into the stupid motor that will allow me to close this stupid window and get to the stupid train...
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