1:41pm. tuned to perfection.

May 10, 2006 16:55

I don't use the rough note section.
give it time, friend.
I'm not ready to abandon you.
not just yet.
in this article, I let my feelings go.
call the police--you're getting too excited...
I'd like to rule the world.
you're like a researcher.
patient, open-minded, determined.
I hate to admit how captivated I am.
but you're nameless.
and you know nothing about me.
I use run-on sentences more than you.
and my right wrist is smaller than my left.
I have the avian flu.
retell me a story.
I'll give it a review; good, I aspire.
make it simple and loud.
nothing less than perfection.
you have no clue what I'm capable of, do you?
the snow's melting for whatever reason.
temperature, the most obvious.
personally, I think it's the depression.
this is a miserable season.
meant only for fools.
get dead.
does everyone own a red coat?
red is for passion; for fire.
maybe that's why the thick white blanket
that envelopes this town is receding.
we're all on fire.
we all have copious amounts of passion.
everyone except me.
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