Saturday 10/17/2009 01:46:00 AM

The officer and the gentleman disputing. The merits of broken atoms. Short ladders she warned him. Sly blackhole he confessed. As their data turned to contriton. In the lumber of the particles.

The future wasn't hard to see. It flaunts itself. Like any angry hooker. It hides in dirty rooms. Waiting for the shower water to warm up. It tries on all her shoes after she has passed out.

The future is simple. One plus one. It's all those other fractions that I get lost in. The metal housing for the monster. The hollow makeup for the bride. Cryptic shcematics teach me how to build the windows.

That would let me see everything. If I could only open my eyes.

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