Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I like myself, I touch myself

(eternity is approaching)

(as much love as pain)
(sweet punk)

(syndicate of silence)

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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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