all that simmers in this girl

facts, one should know facts they say, words fucking on a page and wrapping their silly little letters around each other, lines sprawled out for pages and pages on end and sometimes i think that the world spins around the room you're in, reversing time and aging and all that could ever be unclean and sad, but i know that everything turns to dust that's touchable, it's what can't be touched that lasts forever.

2003-08-25 | 3:28 p.m.
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