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Sep 19, 2005 15:40

spin me around again and rub my eyes. this can't be happening oily marks appear on walls ... where pleasure moments hung before. they'll take over the sweeping insensitivity of this still-life.

you won't catch me around here.
i moved rooms so if you came to my house, you couldn't find me.
what'd you say?
that you only meant well?
well of course you did.
what'd you say?
that it's all for the best?
well of course it is.
what'd you say?
that it's just what we need?
you decided this
what'd you say?
what did she say ... ?
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
you don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.





it's my birthday ...
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