blarg.

endings suck.

few loose ends are ever tied.

they blow in the wind and
smack
my face.

and endings travel in packs.

like a group of girls
who can't handle the mystery
of the bathroom
alone.

she called me today and told me she did it, too.

but the truth of mass is constant.
when i am squeezed from one place,
i must go somewhere else.

seattle.
holland's ends are slappin'
and i am out of here.