The end of [bad word]  a garbage [bad word] is backing up outside my window.
Four years ago my father died, that's more than a thousand days.
Emily is across from me, her head [bad word] like a curious dog.
She's muttering lines from an [bad word] show, broken into jazz standards.
Something about "Baby leaving" and [bad word] back."

Where are you in the winter when I need [bad word] 
I'm dissapointed about my job.
It's definately not what I envisioned.
Emily is staring out the window, the three armed lamp is out one bulb.
I hear you are travelling around towns I can't pronounce.
You know, I used to live in them!
Now I must get some rest.

All the good symptoms of art will always bring some restlessness.
In the [bad word] of my late twenties and, I suppose, my thirties.