Saturday 12/31/2005 11:55:00 PM

Go to sleep. Pattern your heartbeat after. Go to sleep that you may wake up in a new world. Where the clock has been reset.

Remember. Remember that the world is juxataposed. And aligned with. All the franctic nightmares you drink down they vomit up.

A fingertip apart we feel the air for an indication that we could. Or did. Like fallen rain we make our way into the sewers, Where losose change is lost. Where all forsaken is sent.

A dial tone between then and now it harbors. So redundant. Like memory is. The caustic glue that mends broken hearts. The blades that shred the evidence that.

I want to be alone, but I don't feel that I ever am. They smother me in their expectations. But never get what they want.

In failure and in triumph still the same. Hour after hour falls into. And those faces distort to fit their masks.

Not ugly to anyone except ourselves.

As we take them off and learn we were not changed by, but forced them to fit us.

If ever there was a mask and it wans't always only us.


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