July 23, 2007
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I am happy. I am feeling glad. I’ve got sunshine in a bag. I am useless, but not for long because the future is coming on, coming on, its coming on, comin’ on..
Question Mark July 23, 2007
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Return
Space Period
Coma
Back Space
Period
Lay Down July 19, 2007
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Bed of thoughts
wake me up
drip, drop
hopeless falls
motivation floats
tumble
explode
stand
Reverb: July 15, 2007
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Red! The curtains lift. Flight strikes!
Blue! We freeze in place. Stepping out of stone we see.
The jungle in me.
Breathe. Infuse. Fathom the pressing air flowing, thrifting upon our soul. Blessing our essence. Killing our body. Racing thick full of density. Pushing us back, but making us move forward.
We stared. Once. Each other smile. We see what we have stepped upon.
Crease. We fold in two.
What time is it?
We fuck the moment.
