There isn't a mission. There isn't a goal. It's just words on fake paper, sliding and tripping and flowing all over the place, because we're all full up on words in here and there is no way we can keep them inside. Like Tony says, "Nothing in here is true."

Thursday, January 12, 2006

charmed

---------------------------------- i
------------------------------ used to
----------------------------always do this
--------------------------when i was a starry
--------------------- eyed kid who had bangs
------------------- my mom created with blue
----------------- handled scissors that were easy
-------------- to keep shut like a crocodile’s acrid
----------------- wildebeest wounding mouth. i
------------------- ate the frosted rhombi along
-----------------------with mallows roygbiv.
------------------------saved lone vitamin d
----------------------------- doused azul
------------------------------- diamant
------------------------------------ e.

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