Sunday, August 30, 2009
idk.
fast motion. love potion. making as little noise as possible typing. dont want to wake the neighbors. haters. time to go to bed. but you're still in my head. like a balloon made of lead. floating above me. love me. ski. tried to snowboard once. bruises on my seventh grade knees, butt, wrists and ego. doesn't matter where we go. i just flow. from one moment to the next. trying to get dressed. dressed in non designer clothes. done with rhyming- stick with prose. stick with it. it doesn't get easier. its always something. art of complaints. communion with saints. waiting for it to come out through my hands. maybe it will make sense then. rationalize the abstracts that design my confusion. illusion. perfusion. in unison. applause please.
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