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| I like x-mas lights in the woods. white. and your eyes wet from rain. |
| curses carry farther when you�re 10. |
| When I was little & sleepless, my mother told me the devil would take me. in the night, I grew up with consequences |
| I should have smashed her face in�.
It would have been a start But today I promised to be happy Even under the falling rain I knew violence And skidded My car Delusional smiles, a latte, a cell phone. I think she deserves to crash I should be the one to swerve into not away Find some Post Modern permission Write a Road Rage ending. I didn�t even have to time to give her the finger. |
I have a different genre of seeing. Sketched notes in pencil on the Fabric of things, The long winded road of things. Memory like tracing paper Creating new corners and shaded Edges, over permanent inks left From some other time period, I become occasionally unhinged. |