Saturday, November 3, 2007

Pouring Concrete Bathtubs

smoke and fog to play




hopefully never have to run on a cold night from someone willing to give heat
hopefully never have to dodge in a narrow corridor full of smoke from a bar where the music sounds tiresome and exasperating
be mature
sucks and it takes lots of blankets dipped in formaldehyde
a feeling not felt for years
shoot the horse gallop faster you had to stop chewing the desire to suffer
filling the heart of cardiovascular aerofagia
embrace the solitude to avoid running into his arms
shattering break up all the ballots for the raffle in which you played a large part of your fortune emotional
do what you must do
stop losing at roulette rubbing the fingertips
skateboarding grab the sense of freedom and relief and paying your own rescue

eyes closed feeling the wind in your face while cutting

cleaner way of a misty horizon

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