LUI

writings
2003-04-03 19:57:31 (UTC)

empty space

staring at my best friends face, being the wall to which i
sleep beside, the awkward and jumbled prints i've set up
swirled into a circus of amazing circuitry. distortion and
unkown voices accompanied by telephone chaos and half
broken piano chords become the traffic upon my straining
finger tips. ive painted my face dry, and all the water
that used to pour out in small tears from my conscience
have formed a sea of delayed and damned torment. cd
skipping bliss and shade duelling 8's scale the air waves
at funny hours back in force in a nervous state, just to
ocassionally go to war on my coffee table. mean while the
mop upon my shoulders only shrouds me from the eyes of all
the fools that gesture superstitious lies from time to
damned time!




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