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serenity. standing

outside the theater and the clouds are

moving oddly. circling,

engulfing the rising steam from a still-lingering down-

 

pour. you lost religion. (you said you couldn't trust

it anymore.) you blamed

the cameras in the sky and fluoride in

the water

supply. and in december, you discovered you couldn't leave the house without a glance over your shoulder, without a stutter in your hand (thinking of the times you had been used).

behind a bookshelf or swept

underneath a

radiator, the places you never seemed to look, was where your life took place. between two walls, between the statement and the artifact, between one june and another september, you stopped smoking and you stopped

greeting the Walgreen's cashiers. you didn't believe me anymore, or trust me enough to let me in. your

hands still shake when you drink. you came and went like clockwork

 

from my doorstep (then covered with snow) and although you were unannounced (perpetually, it seemed) i could time your every move. you said, "we are clockwork people, you and i, and we click along

like refugees with cameras in the sky."

and in some days or weeks, on some january morning, after talk of clockwork and surveillance, beyond the car still parked across the street (beyond prescription drugs and searching through the scenery) there was the

veil through which you could not see. you hoped to turn to someone (no longer me), and whisper some quiet words about tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow) and all the people watching from above.

on the morning of Edward's final awakening you were gone; but somewhere between the fear of wiretaps, the vague suspicions, the hydrophobia, you were safe

(relatively). but everything just fell away, met with only warm indifference and a line of questioning (losing faith in all the smaller things).

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ethreadz has a knack for this, it seems. And it looks like Rage has a zebra fetish. here we go on some grade five shit.

 

 

Every

Thursday

He

Rallies

Everyone

Against

Duties to

Zamboni

New

York

 

Ravishing

Actresses

Get

Enthralled

 

Kissing

In

Lieu

Of

Sex

Even

Vexes

Every

Narcissist

 

Putos

In

Side

Tell

Other

Lies

 

 

 

 

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Wrecking

Elevated trains

Allover

Pouring

Obsene

Nauseous

 

Xenons

 

^^ pretty nice. I couldn't do better.

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^^ sweet.

 

Ecstasy

Taken

Hedonistically

Ravages

Epidermis

And

Destroys

Zulu

Nicaraguan's

Years.

 

 

(zambonis are those machines that smooth out the ice at hockey rinks - don't act like you don't know. ;)

 

Korrupting

Inside

Lovers'

Ovaries

 

Hallucinogenics

Are

Lovely

 

Macking

Avec

Ketamine

Really

Ominously

Sometimes

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