Saturday, May 18, 2013


and their thoughts rush through your body like a telepathic tsunami. brain gasps for air. a crackle of thunder overhead, and then another light with which to watch the world. pieces of wood and old theories run their course around this singular event, slowly sinking. arguments artfully arranged are treacherous, seductive, recursive. and this is all you are, after all, just a small piece of human being treading water, drowning, not waving.

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