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the beast I felt like myself today. It seems as though its been a long time since I could say that. Strolling about in the dampness, the grey glare of the sky, the huddled masses rushing for cover like the first blitzkreig raids. I grabbed your shoulders and kissed your face. Drank your slurpee and punched your arm. I've passed all the tests. Apparently I'm some sort of shining star. These things must make sense to someone. They must. Somebody I love is lost in the wilderness and I don't know when she will return and I don't know if I want her to and I don't know what that means. How does one reject love so readily? The banjos singing the ragged slow dance of human suffering, playing out like an infinite game of cat and mouse, the chess board is set, but we're all pawns. Love letters, care packages, slow dances, solemn smiles, wet jackets, sad music, tired bones. Finally I'm me again. My ferocious heart has at last found someone who can tame it. ----- the enlightened ones - 11:16 a.m. , February 19, 2040 wait - 12:12 a.m. , June 18, 2005 the rumors of the confused - 7:27 p.m. , June 13, 2005 last night and today - 6:21 p.m. , January 18, 2005 nighttime endeavors - 2:32 a.m. , February 13, 2040 |