When.
syncopate
a stop and a start
tick tock heart;
I.
bite marks
and blood stains
give me a cigarette, please.
Go.
and excoriate
to make sense
of the stillness and
the stasis
of an ever frozen still frame.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
i'm writing this as i stare at the blank wall and wonder what the hell am i doing here.
i guess that contigencies can be sorted out, but if you can't be bothered about that then really, there is no need to show all the pleasantries anymore. just let me go. please. i don't really need this desperately, and my life does not depend on this. but it all good cheer and amicabilities, i engaged myself to be in all of this, and now, i suffer for it.
i am counting down, just like my friend did, who shall receive his freedom in less than 48 hours. a passenger who could not fly.
let it go, let it slide.
as i was driving i suddenly had the urge to drive it into a wall at 200km/h.
verbatim 12:42 PM
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l'effet de papillon.
arrêtez le début. je vous mettrai par les pas. vous tisserez, vous développerez, et prendrez le vol en matin couvert de rosée.
une tache floue chromatique. dans la joie grandiloquente et splendide. mais, arrêt d'arrêt vous avez un coeur de chronomètre. vous avez essayé de commencer, mais vous vous êtes arrêté.
quelqu'un d'autre prendra vos ailes très légères.