don't feel

i borrowed a piano key future from the old lady upstairs. she stretched arms length trembling dafodils not enough grace in her tiny fingers to create giants.

so i decided against desgining empire spec plans and leaving the back door open for the miscreants to come and take me home.

there was a lady near my old house, they say was raised by gorillas in the congo and i saw something similar on x-files but i know if i flip one more channel it will all go dark and i will dream white noise and grateful dead bears dancing to it.

if this isn't adding up it's because these are the spaces in which our lives are lived. between the words. between the letters. and we know it won't matter if we don't try so instead, weak. we let life run us low and take us from the walkway (and it won't be simple to tell the story) i didn't live it, i just dreamed it, i didn't live it i just dreamed it, i didn't live it i just dreamed it...

2003-02-21 | 4:20 p.m.
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