tell me how you like your eggs, honey.
if you're barren and you know it,
shut your legs. i can't keep quiet.
it doesn't fit in this room. he's going
to find me out someday. he's going
to find me. and i almost want him to.
almost.

we could create a hundred people, my dear.
but it doesn't start here.
it doesn't.
it only stops. what a beautiful mess we are
made of. what a beautiful mess.
now tell me what it is you are afraid of.
i want to become that now
all of that now
for you.
you.
you.

stop me before i flow over.
(don't) stop me
before i flow.

09/19/2003

Posted on 09/19/2003
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