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Sunday, October 12th, 2003
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7:39 pm
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simplifying numbers with a calculated stare
tearing down the ordinary
walls within a cube
monotone segments of an everlasting thought
grabbing at the water that is slipping in between
feathers lined with velvet
pillows lined with snow
gray stars fading into dust
is all you'll ever know
ribs that hold back nothing
will give the skin its shape
sink into the problem
and wait for, don't expect.
nine inside the dormant mind
sees ten that is suspending
but eighteen thousand missing
becomes eighteen thousand found.
the point of the pencil is this;
current music: Radiohead - There There. (The Boney King of Nowhere.)
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