prelude to a 10th symphony by beethoven

new open (just close these eyes) slow night happenbs tobe the best of times the worst of it adds up to someplace lost between miracles and why-the-hell-not
and what i mean what i'm firing off like scud missles into the wasteland of your heart is less than anything and more than a deeper voice (a channel-changing world) one might grow one might grow one might...
and so, slowly, upside down like wrong way traffic and sleeping upside down on the bed, wrong side around arms stretcheda round a pillow one long army night in the desert of human nerve and lust (that's where i am) these strange goddamn clothing patterns one shutter click after another a small world a small way and we always end up so fucking turned around, don't we?
but it's good very good in fact better than good growing outwards and this thing that thing words shared suffered through mostly undone like hemlines and heresy, a finger to your thighs (glowing) and upwards

2004-09-26 | 8:15 p.m.
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