brunettes.

May 8, 2011

far beyond calling out an echo eons away. artificial light means. and i mean to. really, i do. but often the severity of that feeling floors me. and you are towards the ceiling. resist that impulse, forsake that high dwelling, and just be here. i would like to know. you won’t be like the man wonder. you are fulfilled before your time and without question. they speak english. worms in a dead dog. everything is living so long as one, just one, at least, dares to touch. touch it. come on. touch it. the rhetoric of ten foot poles. a bag over her head.

i picture the mothers and fathers of my children. brunettes. brunettes.

this will sound alright.

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