Abstract Extract
10/19/2004 05:23 a.m.
The way you live is high speed
air chase
race to the goal line
find another marathon
take it in
-fret
-disarray
-ecstasy
-one hit
-two hit
/rush /rush /rush
and whizz by the hors d'oeuvres.

Here I am, the anchor once again, to hold you to the ground you keep forgetting
saying "taste this- don't just swallow."

Oh, but don't I love the way
You tac me to your wings
when you take flight...


But isn't it always: give and take and give and take and give and take.

It's not one counter for another
it's taking turns
feet on the ground
head in the clouds
(call it stretching... growing even
yes, we grow I think).
One minute after fun, you're like
"it's done."
And I'm like
"why and does it have to be?"

those 64 shades can colour my day.

The buzz. The buzz.
It's in both our heads, but do we have the time do complaining
rather than complying?
Pay a little more attention to eachother than to our selves?
(Then we'd both feel special... then we'd both feel taken care of... hmmm)

But we're both the same
we'll take the day
and stuff it under our skins
to try a brighter face for eachothers lives
to try and change their day's direction
and in thinking
and speculating
we should just have one good bleed per visit maybe
maybe little less
and say it all.

Then maybe
just maybe
you would smell the roses
instead of walking by
and I'd stop planting them....
hmm...

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To be honest, this is the shape my thoughts take. read it really fast and you might get the drift. :P

I am currently Crafty
I am listening to J.M.