Wednesday, May 19, 2010
This looks serious! It’s just a grasshopper chasing you. Change your crescent upside down – just a mouth forming a history of solutions to problems with issues. Copper corn drops and my wings are too small. I can’t fly away from this. The orchestra at the end of the movie tells me when to leave. But when I walk through the doors of the theater I fall off a cliff. Blind! I can’t see unless I’m looking at stars. Summer come faster cause I can’t sit still. The dots on my ceiling have taken forms, and as I tell you, I wonder how many more times I can do this before you think I’m crazy. Space Mountain. Octopi. Hopefully, you’ll never think I’m crazy. There is a woman in my home. She makes the trumpets sound. I accept you not, she stares. Hate crimes in my own house? I don’t care what you think - if your god is not going to take me to heaven. It’s hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in. This is what you want, right? For me to be as far away from you as possible. I’m listening to my winter music right now. It’s the first week of summer and snow has drowned the trees once more. Will we ever see the sun again?
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