Monday, January 26, 2009

blind contour

shoes like unicorns and shotguns on top of the fridge

her house is so nice

you can't buy that here


shivering machinery

smaller buttons

painted backs

words floating, slamming slowly into everything stationary


holding yourself a certain way so that you won't wake up

hanging flags from the ceiling

preposterous excesses

needing the cleaning

a promise of routine

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