Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Putting prices on discomfort.

I don't know what I can say to make you tell the truth, so I won't say anything. We'll just sit here and rot.

Deface agony.

Keep hiding, it's better for all involved. Except me, but I'm not the important one. Memories and fantasies are more important. Not reality. Not my physical presence. Physicality can be done away with. It is not a problem.

Higher education is problematic in that it reduces one to an angry imp, shouting out curses with clenched teeth and angry expressions.

If I could.

Did you dream of me the way I dreamt of you?

Fascist.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home