Saturday, September 16, 2006

:: Vessels ::

... i spent two weeks in silver lake
the California sun cascading down my face

there was a girl - with light brown streaks.


...


All i see are dark grey clouds -
in the distance moving closer with every hour.

...and when you'd ask "Is something wrong ?"

I'd think - "You're damn right there is,

but we can't talk about it now."


No, we can't talk about it now.





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spoken. at 10:24 AM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."