Sunday, June 7, 2009

commas are just invitations to breath

The days want to keep each other company. So they crowd together, telling each other that they like their choice of accesories, inviting each other over for lunch and that sort of thing and also hugging each other so much and so tightly, that I can't tell my Tuesdays from my Wednesdays anymore. They blur together into the colours of the clouds we smoked and the dusty trail we left all over this city. Numbers chase us around,but they can't climb fences, and you know I've got a few of those. But i'm waking up atop the city, and that's all you ever wanted to count on me for,right?

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