Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I like myself, I touch myself

(eternity is approaching)

(as much love as pain)
(sweet punk)

(syndicate of silence)

It is Wednesday, it is snowing. Footprints can come from people or they can come from ghosts. I used to get up very early in the morning and go out in the yard. I wouldn't come in until my skin was raw and almost frozen. I would come in only to thaw. I miss the days when thawing referred only to flesh, to my physical properties.

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