Friday, August 13, 2010

victims of aging

only five more. five down. give or a take a life. its unused and my tongue is under appreciated. i found my way home. they way you look in two dimensions is impeccable. the third dimension being the only one left we've yet to cross. perhaps a fourth will present itself in due time. in a manner of speaking i tend to sing. my favorite style of singing is talking really fast. jargon.

a cousin once told me that i should make up reasons to believe if i was unable to find any. that never did work out in the end. i began to elaborate in depth and detail that wasn't there after all. i found a reason to believe. samesunsamemoon sameseasamestars

xx xy




falling asleep to waking children and unspoken victims of aging.  perhaps even lately your thoughts are molded for shaping and constructed for breaking. your tongues names is 'save me'. my dumb brain is a shade tree. providing scripture for those not near me. ive used more service station napkins than ive been afforded. i roll out of bed without even faking. motivation is creeping but staying. stuck in flats with no doors holding. the window locks have gone without saying.

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