He had
chronic ethusiasm
He was
so sure
About everything
except us
We were
so high
That it
hurt to look down
See ourselves there
Ready to resume
the lives we
had abandoned
I listened only
long enough
to hear him say
we were over.
Thursday
12/14/2006 11:50:00 PM
He was
so high he
couldn't quit
drawing her face
in the white screen.
She kept speaking
feelings,
pricking like toenail
clippers on dead
skin.
He was
so high he
couldn't tell
if it was the clippers
or her words
that made him bleed.
Doesnt seem so bad, at least you looked down before he pulled you there.
adam - it's flattering to know i inspire you.
de.vile - i never said it was bad. but if i implied that it was unintentional.
jason - brilliant idea. i'll assume you're already begun working on a prototype.
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