i sleep like dead around sorta strange i feel weak and maybe it's plain i'll just, i'll just go away say back some day feed a dead stream of ashes makes a creek silver like nuns and prophets say hey it's always a new day there's always anew bourne aloft like they do over in paris where the arrays are just light and unplain, but away that (a way that) isn't good but like a gypsy dwelling it's gaudy and cheap and fairly (fast like an eagle) moving saying speaking i just don't know anymore i just don't know anymore i just don't you know? even though i can tell i've pissed everyone off already and i don't know how or why or ever or anything anymore like i said but reptiles don't have ears just holes that hear the sounds they need because too much too easy can it all go away and you wish you might have listened because there's wisdom in words even of a fool and a stranger you can find something whether plain or inobvious it's just out and that's why i wonder and i won't and i don't think i can ever though i'll try just bear and be with and i just don't know

anymore

08/11/2005

Author's Note: Free write. Thursday afternoon, August 11th, 2005. no formatting, I feel like it might need it though. Also gotta proof spelling when I have time to.

Posted on 08/11/2005
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