Sunday 10/03/2010 12:04:00 AM

it's just sound. precariously arranged. to convince us that we can hear words no one is saying. pissing gods. we wait for the flush. as they strain to shit. on us.

the atom in its little pillbox of a molecule. as powerless as it is powerful. the nature of the chain. Connecting. Proving weakness. Hungry foxes. Have found the chicken coop. A deaf ear knows better than anyone. The potency of silence. The color of the words.

as they tumble off into forever. like a long series of suicides.

even the dead have choices.

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