like she's born in black&white
Wednesday, September 06, 2006/
@ 7:37 PM


the impertinence of such a thought
may resound like clashing symbols in your head
all the noise and sound
the sound and noise



thinking over the illogical
penetrating the impenetrable
comprehending the incomprehensible



but the incredibility of the incredible
always leaving us with our mouths agape
for the astounding tranquility possessed in heightened hysteria
and the moment of lucidity in all this madness




this is all it boils down to






-





and still




i miss the way you used to smell, moon flower.








you know what i'd really like as a gift?



just five minutes of your time.



anna molly;
hello to you too.

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