More from the 24 Years Old and Living In My Mom's Basement collection, c. 1998.
Vinegar memories of things I should have never done
I could have left her if I'd put my mind to it
But I'm nothing more than a jellyfish dwelling at the bottom of the ocean
My spine somewhere further along evolution
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We had great sex, but she's from Ellettsville.
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The silence of our neighborhood broken only by the
yelping of dogs, Sleater-Kinney, the hum of central
air, the roar of trains, the muffler technology of the
1984 Pontiac Trans-Am, the bugs, the bugs, the bugs.
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I'm at a crossroads in my life. I could either
become a worthless drunk like so many who have
came before me, or I could make something of myself.
Massachusetts doesn't seem so far away now.
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For, about Kate
I'm living in my mom's basement. She's living.
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It's not a community. It's a town where dreams
collapse into dust, where the county fair baby show
is the fantasy of any 16-year-old girl.
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All the bugbites on my arms make me look like
some ill-fated victim of projectile leprosy.
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No, as a matter of fact, I don't
know that guy you're talking about,
but you've got a cute ass.
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Stop trying to impress me. I'm easier than that - haven't
you heard?
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