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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Your words stone me. They lay me out on the curb, waiting for a change and watching the corners fade. They bleed my eyes dry, make my throat work to form a response. Distance loses context, and I am left chasing the moon between buildings. I can be seen counting shadows, and divining the secrets of why my car has stalled on the side of the hill. The crickets are thick and dark in song. The sign is no help. How do I get home? |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
home..sometimes you can't but then it's time to build a new one no? |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
it's not that i'm scared to drive (lie), but I probably wouldn't ever come home.. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Home is where you want it. |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
Distance loses context, and I am left chasing the moon between buildings aaargh, i can see this. and feel it. how do you do it? library. Instant karma's gonna get you. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Yes Mikey but this is why you stalled: The crickets are thick and dark in song. xxoo |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
You're right, Sue. In fact, I didn't break down, but I sort of wish I had. They sounded amazing. |
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