waiting on you

i can taste the new air glowing soft in the firelight of night lowering onto us. we are fleeting with glimses draped on arm chairs and lazy susans and toy train sets and no one anywhere has the slightest fucking clue what's going on.

i am relaxed now in this chair having finished a film of good nature. i always like phillip k dick.

and now i'm here typing lost and not-so-frantic as you might think might want me to be think i should be i am coming home and coming here in spurts chants left by monks in ancient ages i'm lowering dreams over the eyes of all that's ever been and hoping...just this once, that it will all come for me as well. i know the children i have lodged myself to, and the ones who have attached to me as parents left me cowering or growing thinking feeling it's all the same all the same in the end of it in the last of it.

i'm certain i want last rites when i die.

jesus, i'm not even catholic.

2002-12-21 | 6:22 p.m.
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