Thursday, May 22, 2008

miniscule

there is a constant scourge of sweetened earth spitting against the window
feeling the oppressive jackboots of so many bureaucratic sheep
no longer thinking so fastly or sanely or even just ...

thinking

is not to be done in cases such as this apparently the cloroform is all that's needed to ensure a proper night's rest

silence is not golden
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