sure to try

and whispered out i turn trials into tremors leave dust behind where cities used to be and turn dust to cities watch others dot he same, this sighing hour life has had so many, so much turntable frightens not enough punks in hell-ville wellville we're only getting it good when we're not bothering to get it at all and sitting down, silent: watching water move.

and call it a day, turn one more day planner page, another "x" on the calendar so much of our lives are a series of markings and series of countings this (bank accounts, calendars, email rivers, discussion panels, television series finales: seinfeld makes our shoulders droop) and stronger orbit climbing robot clones of ourselves we seem to be there and breathing but what happens when, who covers the tab burns sunsets scars into our mental forearms undone and changing faster than the way we think what we think moves through pages of uncharted territories (but not often) and some lives cross borders that don't exist carrying untruths they carved to stone themselves, turned tone-deaf to helpless eyes, arms, hands that hold tightly and they say, we think, we are, we were, we're turning out to be not so good at turning out better than our forfathers, children are arched enemies with their spawning parties (someone fucked someone, and here you are) a thousand bastards, a hundred orphans or maybe, maybe it's the other way around: armed with charity kisses and permits for concealed firearms and the one gun a month laws are disapearing (what the fuck does anyone need with more guns that guatemala?) so let's ber all american, all european, all our own: patriotism is a virtue held by the mgihty and used on the weak, but hey: why not love the ideas?

2004-06-04 | 1:19 p.m.
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