unlimited a/s for a week

been a kind of tentative thing for seems like so long now works over trumpet stares puts everything in (a little punk rock hokey pokey here) sometimes it seems like forever reached a pause point in a couple books puts in frame and canvas bends a little air mike types sinister mouth grin words typhoid frenzy fast like madcap giggles or seratonin for the lent crowd give it up fanbase or maybe less wordy but tumbles out this likes it more than most sixteen hundred days away you'll still be turning back and what happened before or next isn't as proud as you mgiht like but take it anyway, that's how dreams go.

2003-12-23 | 11:46 a.m.
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