Friday, January 16, 2009

Lost in your dream. Did you think of me when you flew through the window of that car?

Doesn't measure up. Played it back and got white noise. My ears started to bleed and my heart began to weep. I miss you. I hope you get my S.O.S.


Sunday, January 11, 2009

Panic in the clouds. Rains rust and the children run rabidly.

I knew what it felt like to fly.

Head first into the dream. Payouts and the end of disclosure. Celebrate nothing. Be obstinate. Treasure tenure. Do nothing. You are rust. Rushing like the wind. Try not to stare, but I can't stop thinking.

Separate. Divide. Devise.