the sound of running water makes me thirsty

this world opens with the closing of small cabinets and the turning of eager book pages: i try to re-emphasize my desire for quiet and this crumbles out to sound more like "i hate you" and it's not that (no, much nearer opposite), but damn (yes) can't you find your right to be quiet unwritten in stone and carve it out the way you like it?

so now, i'm working at stone carvings, etchings into wood and shoutings through megaphones; the word world is cramping.

2004-06-21 | 3:17 p.m.
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