Friday 6/02/2006 10:42:00 PM

Turning down the volume on the void. Softly scratching our names into the bark. I tried to keep count, but I ran out of fingers and toes. I tried to close the windows, but the key was already out of the ignition.

Pressing the pedal as dead it made no sound. That burst of fuel kinetic all gone. Magic sheep on every corner as the dogs would run. Like children without homework. Drawing on the pavement. While behind every building the compressors hum.

I'm ready at last, to be, them. Broken pencils tearing the paper. Nothing drawn. Nothing written upon. Other than the breath of the hour as it accuses. Charges me with murder.

So many of them. But just one victim.

The smaller the pieces the bigger the picture.


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