| | Let me open the window and let you inAnd now begins the mundane archival of my life, a bloody mess distilled into a tangy syrup. What's your flavor? Tell me what's your flavor. Alas, I've lost all sense of smell and taste, and everything you say I will fling it at the wall. There it goes out the window.
Tonight it is quiet and the street below is still and filled with fog. I can think and the thoughts will stay in this room. Please let me talk; listen to the words and discard their meanings so that they become just sounds, empty shells of a broken story. Now fill them with your own so that you know nothing more than what you already had.
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| | Posted 4/5/2006 11:35 PM - 1 comments
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