is it monday again?

it's not easy
ensuring that I get a new message
each and every time
I log into myspace

like the entire cast
of morrissey night
at florentine gardens
i reveal the beast
hidden within the depths
of my refined
and delicately cultured lifestyle

last night I dreamed
that I went back to friendster
i woke up covered in bruises
and it took me 5 minutes
to realize where i was

art, poetry, romance
dancing, dining, whining...
carefully I nurture
meaningful friendships