i thought the earth had veins. kindred
and magnanimous veins that extended "from
sea to shinning sea". i thought that we
had veins too; although not kindred or
magnanimous, more vapid and less pure.
blood-traders, we are, you sometimes say.
so, why must i always remind you that
there is no nimbus hanging about your
fucking head? you're no saint either.
so i snap into motion, quickquickquick.
commence convincing myself that i'm still
alive. until i wake up in a room smelling
like cigarettes and bad taste.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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