The Ring
I think I may have been tripping on anti-depressants when I wrote this on January 11th 2005 at 11:14 pm. I have NO idea where this was going. . .
I am Smeagol, no Gollum. I have become the crazed monkey like animal lusting after something beyond my grasp. Those that hold it I would kill for what I desired. Tricksy hobbits.
On my desk tonight, just next to a candle and sitting next to my car keys lays, my ring. No, THE ring. It once wrapped around a homecoming invitation from 2003. I went with Matt.
I am Smeagol, no Gollum. I have become the crazed monkey like animal lusting after something beyond my grasp. Those that hold it I would kill for what I desired. Tricksy hobbits.
On my desk tonight, just next to a candle and sitting next to my car keys lays, my ring. No, THE ring. It once wrapped around a homecoming invitation from 2003. I went with Matt.
posted by Nat Rivera at 11:01 PM
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