12-25-2006, 02:15 PM
oh, perhaps I should... before it is... make myself see clearer... adress and execute... one hour until darkness... go to the bathroom... organize the trip to the bathroom... been a wee bit of time since I was there last... match box, match box before me, what should... a sip of cheap red wine... the faint smell or taste of Gordon's Gin... the genius of my madness... man made... within these walls... thicker than mountains... what I saw with my own eyes... eyes that had already seen too much of... what was, what was... darkness... just put it out... do not muddy waters... that *** tastes great... I need new glasses... they behave like aminals... no other way... should I or would I... disabled avenue of thought... coffea not yet... these bridges come closer every day... keep the receipt... another sip of that cheap red wine... and the gin thing... and the intensity of my fears vary greatly... it is december 25th, 2006... ten to three in the afternon... no snow... neither magpies nor cats... Lansing, Michigan...
create space that are not yet... destroy all polls... build a gigantic monolitic hole right through the sky... insert object of no return... coin or berg is not a question... cell phone asylum gentrification officer... leave building, return building... buy or die... a third sip of that cheap red wine... gin thing... they are in a dire need to be wiped off... now they are not... breasts are an interesting experience, the form is quite easy to mimic but the weight of them is a... a minute past three... piles of tobacco or ash on the table... three dots... yes, how lovely to be part of something other than just the... locis parallelis, quam un quam antea, locupletioribus... vibes are getting stronger... just a look at the bottle holding cheap red wine... just a look, and aaaaaaaaaaaa final sip that kills the bottle... the gin thing was there but so faint and... new CD working out the angles of the kitchen coming up with a hint of old... shadow of a laptop... about time... fell from earth... is it possible to have a Ronald K eating disorder and still be sane? Enough of...
create space that are not yet... destroy all polls... build a gigantic monolitic hole right through the sky... insert object of no return... coin or berg is not a question... cell phone asylum gentrification officer... leave building, return building... buy or die... a third sip of that cheap red wine... gin thing... they are in a dire need to be wiped off... now they are not... breasts are an interesting experience, the form is quite easy to mimic but the weight of them is a... a minute past three... piles of tobacco or ash on the table... three dots... yes, how lovely to be part of something other than just the... locis parallelis, quam un quam antea, locupletioribus... vibes are getting stronger... just a look at the bottle holding cheap red wine... just a look, and aaaaaaaaaaaa final sip that kills the bottle... the gin thing was there but so faint and... new CD working out the angles of the kitchen coming up with a hint of old... shadow of a laptop... about time... fell from earth... is it possible to have a Ronald K eating disorder and still be sane? Enough of...