as it should be

in other words another word sometimes will break me another sound or song or sight that dribbles down across my eyes or into my head from some cloudy fucilage and out from there out from there always out from there stanindg blue eyed and misty on the streets, watching cars pass i sometimes write entire novels in my mind that are gone by the time i get home.

2004-07-03 | 10:38 p.m.
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