spaghetti

Aug 29, 2004 02:07

when did I arrive? The dates are insignificant. The account is this. Theses people are savages, there only hope is to destroy themselves, by themselves for themselves,
they have no hopes...

"I don't know" she says, as cooking spaghetti for I.
The scents are coming from the kitchen of a studio apartment.
She drops a spoon...
stirring, completely content.
somewhat majestic,
as if,
The I don't know is complacent,
still stirring
drunk, croaked, amused
a dipsomaniac
with nothing left to do.

dear fucking god this could be you,
if you ever meet me destroy on site
for a dinner for one could be a dinner for two.
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