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Tuesday, June 13, 2006










Something like this: ice light.

Anyway your guts are like mine and we all get together in sleep where are mouths are trapped in static and you said, “ this thing is like a rickety bridge of impossible crossing”. Together it is like small steps against inertia and the echo of a dead end.



Catch the rites of spring and bonfires, faulty electrics or something like exploding streetlights. Oh and incase you forget the birds are about to bust their guts with singing, look into the air.




Or perhaps something like: light ice

Something about Zoya with a halo and the buzz of insects like magnetic static electricity. It is sedative and hypnotic when sorrow fires her arrows at you in the glittering blackness.