Thursday, February 24, 2005

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Suffocate the stillness in your heart as you stand in line waiting to be slaughtered. I am sorry that I make your tears burn brighter than you would like them to. I don't mean to bring you pain--I'm just trying to get rid of my own. Civilized obedience. He thwarts. Peculiar disorganization. Punny to the masses. Get crucified. So the lights flicker before the curtain falls. My thoughts on the sign. My mind blank. The people dead. Isolation. Islands of dead dialogue. An exchange. Where the poor come to empty out their pockets.

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