2007-05-08 - 3:25 p.m. -
You have never lived while you are alive. At least I didn't but now I can Can you? Weird thoughts, hysterical madness, really over done. Chicken left too long, black and ripped, like the dessert floor. Baked. Dry. Cracked. 'till the rain comes down. When it comes, it comes hard.
and fast too. Like a marble on glass. Or teeth on a chalkboard. Do words really exist? Maybe. Are these words? Almost certainly not, but they are something.
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