October 27, 2002 in -- | Comments (0)
charm with clasp
& little picture of me
inthe trash.
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donovan if you remember me first,
i guess i’d still like to be your friend
because we’ll be twenty-nine someday, they say
and we’ll have nothing to do but find
a tease for the evening show
October 16, 2002 in -- | Comments (0)
out over the highway it is always dark. there is always the sound. it is the sound that becomes your soft pointless sleep. it is the sound prior to therapy. it is october dying at night. suicide sound.
it is all.
