stranged strangulated stars

okay

i see all the words stretched out on the page, one after another, the most beautiful poems... boredom consumes me... this strange stretch of absolution. this paniced craze. checking/rechecking, onetwothree and stranged, stretched out thoughts. ... i had beautiful dreams of change, bright open flowers in front of me. ...this and that, and this and that, but you'll see traces of these strange strangulated pressences, they glitter, they shine. sweet possibility and reckless, glittering moonlight on a dead fish. no reason not to...deep breath. sleep and i'll convince myself by the beautiful strange dreams.<3
... (and here and there and in between)

2006-08-10