in this i'm certain

play-actor for the lovezone and i'm only thinking of words trickled through faucets and knobs twisted around so every last truth just swizzles and washes it all down where even you can't touch it.

there's not enough looking for all the eyes in the world.

we're all, all (not) staring at you.

2003-05-15 | 10:03 p.m.
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