2003-02-09 - 12:40 p.m.
how long?chainsaw dry reds soft ball messy mood busy throat misplaced thinking processes sophisticated flavors of dust a boy and his past stares into mind she's next to me so is he not tired of feeling so brown sky curry pringles zero hours twenty two no three minutes fear of lacks sometimes waters to be in(side of us) us m oh hm smiles many perhaps (natural little eyedrops) (but) let us compose the love story of some livestime shining dead star which will never be conscious of space and ticking clocks' concepts. yawns. nite'
this typical architecture of opinionated walls. sharp objects shining back at us. broken hearted fine lines. inside out slash upside down. upset eyes + deviled eggs. colored lines? tropical cocktails and city ones. (dirty this sunny that) needles in arms but not in veins nor in vain? what? longer sentences: that, i would rather like. aborted thoughts aging... not so well not to say badly. and golden fish in salted waters. and. tilts. stares. midnight. already.
rain. fits. thick spider web covers the chest. some flat cocoon. scares. [the oppressor] i'll be in my water hoping.
blue marshmallows.
refreshing dirt tasting chouchou salad, pretty pink rose syrup, fresh papaya and lemon juice, gray cubical frozen fish, chinese chili sauce: tasty orange goo, clear coconut juice and its floating white flesh, flowers that look like birds, birds mistaken for flowers, big big mountains, little lizards, wolf looking dogs with giant nipples, kittens, at the market: all kinds of woven baskets, samoussas, gateaux manioc, bonbons banane, dirty kids, kreole, more fried bites, more boudin, boucan�, grilled chickens, and "je vous en prie, Madame!"s.
escaping reality drowning our wide open eyes in an ocean of no limits. conveniences. et des bouchons!
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