Jan 30, 2007 00:02
The arctic ice brings with it crisp and broken sculpture fragments
Faces of people and fictional characters from childhood stories, once warm like honey now found in the cracks of public bathroom tiles.
Eve's dropping on a thousand words in a thousand hour glasses red wine and missed connection, Jean Paul Sartre
Probably never ever ever will follow my steps synchronistically.
Tell him, tell him, tellhim! Sream lies! Cum dry! Eat pig fat and smile.
At one hundred million miles south from here, he will smile only half way though - and you will then know all is forgotten.
Don't try, don't even cry. KNock Knock...
Who's there?
Oh you know exacly, even when your back is turned, you sing to yourself and thw whole world still breaths down your neck.
But it's okay because two equals three and trees always turn back to the earth...i'll count the pedals on every dandillion, but
I'll never brush my teeth without eating a pickle at least once during the day.
But I will make sure to get comfortable in this messy room of mine. I will be sure to kiss my lonely fingers and praise each empty space.
By Mel and Laura