2002-10-23 - 10:42 a.m.

The air is here. Erroneous words. So, is this it? There is not a sense a melodrama.

In what can I show?

Never were very sound.

Gone like a breeze, touching my skin.

Anyone wants attention. That is mere words. This isn't a repeat. End it. No words. This is all. I can say.

On it as it drips.

Noose of stars around me.

Please don't echo.

Long phrases across the chalkboard. English to make me correct. An education to speak right, to write right.

Sipping on a sacrement cup.

Evolving into a fish.

Yossarian Yossarian

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