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so then, something i tell you things, you want to play by your rules, want it your way, need it your way and i never wanted it one way or the other, i just have choices, things that fall like color from fingertips when your thinking about me, sunny lovebuck bitch of the high plains and last thoughts.

reading cities of the rednight makes me think of you and how you might like the way this is worded or that happens when the story unfolds (if you can call it that) and you might appreciate the way it's written, the way it worked from day one, power-typed into a tin typewriter in the african desert maybem, or maybe just late evening mexico, he shot his wife, you know, but by accident.

either way you read it, it's beautiful stark-amazing and it makes me think of you, like lots of things these days and i'm sitting down now, resting, in the shade, and wondering how big your smile gets, how far your legs go on for, or what you mean when you say, when you say you mean it (the things you do) you turn me, god, your turn me upside down or inside out (whichever makes me crazier) sometimes and i think about you in the dark, in the hot and cold, shifting breeze, however the sun falls, climbs, i'm the vine on the sides of the earth stretching arms and one day, one day, i'll reach you.

2003-07-22 | 11:39 a.m.
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