Friday, July 31, 2009

critical condition

Slow down, be nice, who is watching me? I feel them coming down on me, squeezing me trying to extract any remaining life. I will appease them for now and eat with my woman. We will laugh and drink things unseen by others. We will be full and bulbous, gloating within each other. I will look around but I will not let them change my eyes.

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