Wednesday, August 15, 2007


Charms unraveled even by fiction. Went to the grave as to the bed. Never the same night twice. Putting the mind in it's place finding that overloaded bus was preparing to depart. Notices he says girls in place of ladies. How the feeling feels after it has been worked until it is gone? What abt the conduct of our interpersonal relationship? Six cuts finished. Were we rives? Blacked out on the corner of Sansome, Greenwich. No jewels growing from my body just vomit from my belly, liquid from my eyes. We stumbled upon a manual, objectively composed for the methods of extracting an antidote for some sort of substance linking cupidity to marriage. Avoiding the answering of my location, position, relative to the points of a compass, general inclination is instruction concerning a new situation.