into the fog where no one notices

the contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you

the angels get a better view

of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

-Counting Crows

Seconds, momentary relapse, the big fuck up, yeah we are making it every second. Looking back on our life we will see a million and one ways we went wrong. All those little things you don�t do add up into one big life you were supposed to have lived and didn�t. Regret, the taste of a dirty ashtray in your cocktail. It sits heavy on your stomach a ball of cold bacon grease. There is not enough purging in the world to make it go away. So where do we go from there? Unto worse things. We will forget to say I loved you the morning someone dies. We will never tell off the authority figure that rides our ass. All these words left unsaid will build up and form our casket. Rejoice it never ends.

-Adipose

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