Sunday 9/14/2008 01:27:00 AM

I say the words. They say us. In vain flatteries. Dead pursuits. The liar is half right. The god is excuse enough. Only for some. Alone comes in downpours. I don't drown. I float. Like all garbage does. Telling the world my secrets in portions of drug. The wolf. The pigs. Arranging punctuation.

I can't hear you. I don't' know what you want. But I must assume it's more than you're willing to give. The science of the demon triggers the calculation. Too close. Too far.

I let them fool me. I turned on the time machine. And waited for the future to come.

But It never did.

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