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Change

Change change change… it’s always change. Change of seasons, change of heart change of schools change of clothes change of address change of city change of friends change change change… change your attitude change your underwear change your sheets change your job you’re getting fat change your diet change your hair style change your oil change for a dollar spare some change change your everything I’m sick of it all! Change, it is always change. Every day every year it is change and change won’t change by not changing and after enough change you’re sick of always changing so you decide to change your ways and not change anything this year but it still changes. Atlas holds the world but can’t stop it from changing. Change that look on your face change the way you feel about it. Changes from all directions manipulating your life every second change the station change that CD change lanes change direction change planes in Denver change of attack change of plans change of climate change of change of change of change of change your plugs every 30,000 miles. And if things don’t change soon I’m leaving you. Change up change down change left change right. I don’t know what or how but something’s got to change and it better change soon! Change gears change drivers change perspectives change desks change tampons change socks change shoes change drinks it is just the way it is and nothing is going to change it. You need a total change of heart and while you’re at it change your nose change your tits change your lips change your hips change it all blast it to pieces change change change of scenery change of environment and once its gone you can’t change it back change banks change owners change management change long distance carriers and we’ll foot the cost to change over change sides change wigs change earrings change and fucking change again, it is everywhere on the pavement in the sky in my mind colliding on a global scale and I sense that changes are coming because change comes when you don’t want it to and runs as fast as it can when you need it most and that will never change.

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© 2005 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on August 21, 2005 in
Emotion: Anger, Type: Journal Entry