Nov 24, 2004 02:52
hehe.....
what swollen pride that might be infected and the water tasted like your smile altered and plain and the vein it escaped from looked like a familiar release rusty and overused and the hair in the drain felt like nothing coming out almost as if its bags were packed days before for days the shore can carry anything poor any where rich but it always ends up buried in the saddest example of ultimate division. castles by kings and kids and both are destroyed by foaming tides and both surrounded by dissappearing footprints like hidden commentary on the (present)s left by the timely ribbon in a rhythm impossible to follow, too dry to swallow, too hollow to hold us. the difficulty involved in making passes could keep me going 'til the pigskins and fair skinned pigs could stretch their gazes around me, but never do. defined by colors or activities or phrases or smells and then judged through them, i'm biased the second i open my i's or cross them, or dot myself with selfish pseudo-selflessness.