Auxiliary Thoughts

Feb 05, 2006 00:52

Everything has wings here, strong clear beating wings built for escape and quick maneuvering. In the midst of this battle, I feel like I only leave the slightest powdered sugar shimmer on anything. On the parts of some faces every so often.

I am art collected for the wrong reasons.
I think at times there will be no record of this when it is all over.
I want to go to a place where I am similar to things. I am so unlike

I miss Calla. And Jennifer Cady

its a curse, like a black thumb,
everything i touch
runs wild
with the pressure of it,
becomes a pile of dust
then the wind gets it
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