cower

though dark and the coffee glares i wondered about your fabulous end-talkers walk up the wall fall only sideway and coast to the ground you make everything so airy and water-walking is an art you know, how does your garden grow?
and something

lost long and draining, killer of trained incidents and i wonder if you are at all, in fact, here and thinking looking wanting not waiting and you know you know how stories goa nd how they end and god, sometimes, you end me with the way you answer the telephone.

2003-10-06 | 1:31 p.m.
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