I just want to be wrong.

Jan 14, 2008 20:55

Knowing the future is great but I'd rather read minds.

I was wrong about being wrong. Is it too much to ask to be wrong? Sometimes movement follows and all that surrounds just continues in storm cell forget-me-nots. Another glass filled and another emptied, a tall drink, a half-awake telephone call to another empty head, pillow head, pillow talk, talk it over, you heard the bell ring you knew it all, there it was, don't be so perceptive, don't be perceptive.

Be surprised.

Nothing happened.

A circular motion, snow falling greater and greater. You're stopped at an intersection, motion the car behind forward, you call that liberation? I call it poison. You act like a beating heart pumps the worst poison. Honest blood. It isn't about me. It's honest blood pumping from honest heart into body into yours. Cut your hair and crawl into your blanket.

Give me glaciers, however weak they are these days.
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