Thursday, April 22, 2004

my instinct's just
to go away
for everything reminds just so
of open graves
remains unfinished
rotting silently
alive
not quite
nor neither
gone completely

run away I could
like her
it's what partly I admire
letting go
all old acquaintance
older baggage
oldest life
or not quite, on second thought
throwing life itself away?

(I need to sleep
I need to write
I need to sleep-write-sleep-write
sleep
writer
sleep
biter
sleep
talker
sleep
walker
need to wake
need to break
need to, finally, well, what?)

life is just life
for the sake of life
I know
I've written that down
yet strangely
these are just words
impatient they stay
all words are impatient
they just cannot suffer
what's done to them constantly
they just cannot bear
what blamed for they are
and these, these words
they all connect
they all interlock
they form
the text
the stuff it is made from
the stuff
that I am

*[[ And they lived happily ever after... ]]*
|12:05 PM|


Monday, April 19, 2004


How evil are you?

*[[ And they lived happily ever after... ]]*
|11:43 PM|


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