So you, with your glad-hand hips
mark passages out of salamun
make your marks where you can
turn eyes to you (green haired little punk-rock queen)
and turn them out, away
so everything is still away still the same
a challenge to take the words back
a struggle to undo the things you do
and easier to not do them.
Not do them.
Halfway, this is a wasted effort, but you’re fine by me.

2004-10-22 | 10:41 a.m.
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