Thursday 3/12/2009 11:49:00 PM

The voice came in tiny stitches. You are here. You always have been. Bisect. Tempt the triangle with your elastic logic. Time scribbling on your wrists. So many stories already told. Vomit on my new dress. Elaborates on the science. Of forgetting.

It was just a pickup truck. Stalled on the side of the road. And I was only its passenger. As the driver choked.

The circle comes in vague differentials. The radical is multiplied. I don't need the brake. This kind of math is easier done fast. Without looking. At what you're trying to add. Or have to subtract.

The dictator moves through her skin. Just below her clothes. A benevolent cancer. Filling in all the holes.

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