I hope you don't wake up. Looking at you, realizing, if you wake, one day I will fear you not waking.
The mind tricks: I was just over the moon, delighted, and now all I can concentrate on is the sloth lava river steaming out of me with hiccups of viscera pulp gulps. Crude description fora crude sensation.
that disheartening rumble requiring silence, demanding it by any means necessary, the delusion of being cared for, liked, embraced. The cunt sputtering phrase un- understood. Where is the quiet? The stillness of nothing? The limestone soul stuttering and gentle moisture?
11/16/09, Austin
The mind tricks: I was just over the moon, delighted, and now all I can concentrate on is the sloth lava river steaming out of me with hiccups of viscera pulp gulps. Crude description fora crude sensation.
that disheartening rumble requiring silence, demanding it by any means necessary, the delusion of being cared for, liked, embraced. The cunt sputtering phrase un- understood. Where is the quiet? The stillness of nothing? The limestone soul stuttering and gentle moisture?
11/16/09, Austin
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