Saturday, April 7, 2007
Wednesday
its all the same consciousness, right, thats why we fell off chairs, got caught on doors, gave to sparks that's why we make our beds didnt make our beds thats how i lie downwads downsized ive got nothing captain i am so young so fulll of demise fresh like water stagnant flies around my hed my candied lead just give me yarn to build my fever needs a sweater or a sleever ive got something maladept it's keeping track of all my breath and parasitic on mt patience using all my exhalations those expire wither tear i breathe that way through eyes and face and water logged i make my way into the grave so surely made of oceans and my manic waves but shakespeare please come home its supper ive got supper on your table ive been good and partly stable shake my scissors im unable saving sugar from your sapling ive been strugggling with my breathing air is solid thick with terror dying just to swift deliver candle fire arson suspect im the ailemnt and the bullet ive no wonder ive no mind no forwardness no left behind surprise me if you can but try you yours i will surely dry ive got james dean and ghosts to murder all my clean and cause deserter doctor ive been irreligious all my blackout rotten business all my safeway playful vigour all my rattling graver , bigger.
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