Wednesday, November 23, 2005

short nothings

"in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape/
broken branches trip me as i speak
just cause you feel it doesn't mean its there"
-there there (the boney king of nowhere), Radiohead
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wrists that flex and bend

big boned and sexy

the way a man speaks
confident in content
stuttering through poetry

follow this
or that
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fluff
bang
bash
song

candy floss hair

bombs

phone calls

funky drum beats
swivel hips
figure 8's

figure this out

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crippled worried up all night
losing energy
inertia's pull
gravity makes us weightless
and responsibility holds down
us

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i should work on something serious

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