Monday, September 17, 2007

There is a sadness in my veins. It slows and thickens my blood.
The summer air is thinning. I think about pants.
Time is as clocks do. Round Round round.

Words arranged in certain order determine:
-if we are friends
-if i go to school
-if you get a job


and that seems silly and heavy like a ton of bricks falling from a 3rd story window.

why would bricks do that.

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