book of cravings

couldn't it all just flop forward, arm stretches, back arches, in/out breaths and move another step down this road towards the something that may or may not come.

so it's a question of willpower? timetables and movements that go on without the knowledge of the wind (we try earthly things sometimes) and i know you think well enough of a few things, but wonder what intentions lead to (hell) and if we're just waiting ont he next train to ache.

and sometimes it does. what you do to me, have done: so terribly much.

motion censor chaos we're just hobbling alone aren't we, thinking this thing here is happening the way we want and i try to imagine things happening the further along way or less far along and how nice, sometimes it is: to adore you. how dreaful some mornings i wonder where you're going in your mind with all this, how you plan on playing through this, the thrid round in a twelve rounder, much more, you know?

i crave the early hours when your awake and glad to be where you are, and that's with me.

2004-03-03 | 3:11 p.m.
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