Ask me. Don't leave me alone with my head. You know and I know that these are only rubbish words. I am not even good in support. Without you, the words fall away into a landfill. Without you, the words refuse to roll in the grass. Without you, I barely even register on the atmos track. Without you, I am obsessed with holes in my fingers.
So splice me into your life. Give me but one frame a second, and I will give you twenty-four. Ask me. Ask me in French or Japanese. I know all the irregular verbs.
Sunday, 20 January 2008
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I am afraid. Maybe they are, too?
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