That's a beautiful thing.
And in its wake: the urge to break large glass objects.
Preferably over the heads of obnoxious, loud, drunken cro-magnons.
I've got access to both of those elements.
How I'd love to put them together.
The past five days have been unequaled in sleeplessness and conversation, self-reflection and screaming. Well- the screaming has been internal. For the most part.
I've got to re-invent.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The shimmer of a past euphoria
at 7:13 PM
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