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2003-10-29 - 3:16 p.m. random trackadhd lover, i plead guilty of being. my memory has erased so many touches; (yet) certain phrases will never leave our memories. i wouldn't look so pretty if you turned me inside out, would i? they drink warm blood and i find it disgusting, and i want to be one of them. a kaleidoscope is a tube that i hold in my hand. when you look through one end and i turn the tube, you see a pattern of colors which keeps changing; and i stare at your smile. (there must be a prey at the end of her tail - a creature i cannot see... on this page, there is a green cabbage; a black and white green cabbage. i imagine its smell.) nervous, they chew the inside of their cheeks. or they wet their constantly dry lips. i sense ends. i do my best to ignore them, too. to be on a stage. to evaporate into a worded being. >>> i'll be sad not to have had the time to feed the eyes new volumes and emptinesses, new yellows. (((will i ever have a baby in my belly?))(why do i ask myself that?) perfectly shaped madeleine. our sky has no roof. our gravity no safety net. Make me hyperventilate; To literally shit those emotions out. Cutting tissues with unsharp objects. Des membres atrophies, sinon jamais formes. Oui. C�est plutot ca. De naissance. D�une prenaissance meme : un handicap majeur. I make no sense of this. i know damn well that The mistake is to try to. I am so boringly common. � |