like a lazy prostitute

past exchange rates and most of the day, still nowhere. wanting to go out and run but you arent there. i'm playing the same game from a few years back, playing the fool again. tempting peril - so much to lose but so much more to gain. there isnt any point in playing it straight, because any verdant fringe borders but a barren spot. maybe this time it might work out but oh so frightening - hanging over the precipice, i see the rocks hurtling down the cliff and smash! to a spectacular end. wanting to go out and lose some things, because maybe the more i lose, the more i will be like you. teach me how to love like you; if i could only be sorry for loving you the wrong way i do

No man has been able to cut his hand away summarily from the damp familiarity he has with the the creatures of his kind. There have been countless attempts, The outcome of each, however, has been only this damp handshake again, only this sticky winking come round once more. Men like this, who essentially are incapable of maintaining a home, can find something like a household fire only in the gloomy eyes that say: "You, too, are one of our kind."