rambles on rambles on good for all of this

saw a documentary on television dreary faces lost in the amazon no happier unhappier than we are just a few new backrounds was the whole os what i saw felt knew was going on

madmen destiny medicine men could tell you all your futures and pass them out ready for the rest of time read your future from the curve of your lips the way a woman stands near you all can be told this way all can be known and felt in whispered afterthoughts nucleur fallout means nothing to them their futures are built around thier wives husbands the size of their young a new harvest for the tribe we can all feed our wild faces ("contusion is hungry, they still eat their young") painted eyes dancing on the flames and telling ourselves telling the world we know a little black box talks tou all of us they dont need don't need black boxes central nervous systyem truths felt lived and they know these things to be self evident that all things seen in eyesight known in glances tell us where we're going what we want the wind is our only guide in life they say we can tell where the sunsets by the way her face looks at orgasm.

2002-10-27 | 3:34 p.m.
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