Thursday, February 17, 2011

Terminal.

Has terminality ever felt so terminal?

Well of course it hasn't, it's not a word.

Being doomed to obscurity was always my greatest fear. Like I once was a 3 ring circus but now I feel more like a drunkard bartender that people come to see because she steals and might get in a fight.

1,000 people at a NASCAR race waiting for a crash, except my arena is empty.

People still show up out of coincidence. They thought there was going to be a Taylor Swift show, but instead it's just me.

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