go down to the graveyard and ask around
2007-09-19 1:09 a.m.

zooooooooit! the birds call from the trees. zoooit, zoooit. outside your house, your jupiter house.

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if we all aren't together, what are we? we're crumbs on the floor.

if it's been a while since you slept with anyone, know this: your dry streak could dissolve any moment in a warm vase of wetness.

if your roommates stay until midnight working on projects that you never see, don't be jealous of their diligence. what you do is fine, too--working little and throwing it around the internet.

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i'll grade tonight, i'll read tonight. i'll write, if i'm lucky, and i'll think about my the empty expanse of my neck.

if i notice the faces of strangers while i walk through campus, i'll be sure to take note of my own face--keep the contextless ecstasy in check.

the past isn't so much behind you, you, human with front and back. the details aren't settled, but this...you can't step over people or events like rocks in your path.

those ideas--get over, move past. they seem so abstract now. prepositional phrases applied to men. don't you understand? you're in the same room you started in.

but it doesn't mean the walls are the same color. time ensures, paint will peel away, even if you can't.